To Bloom Again

~ You Can Bloom Again ~

I’m surprised to hear myself say this

but while I did not choose it, I’ve

learned to love this solitary life

become accustomed to its

smile, its patience with

my ways, its song, its 

silence and its

listening ear

I love the contemplative hours

in which to ponder all the

questions of my days

the gains the loss

the meaning

of it all

The precipice, the void, the fear

the Grace to face life head on

dive down deep  yet surface

fully alive, breathing in this

strange foreign widow land

where  silent  intimidating

emptiness can transform

as blessed serenity able

to nourish one's soul

feed your spirit and

cultivate your soil

so that you can

Bloom Again 

JoMae

1/18/19

A word for widowed friends today. With thanks to those of you who’ve taught and modeled much for me - and hope for those of us still learning the language and customs of this foreign world called Widow Land.  

Just as we cannot look into the mystery surrounding our loved ones who have died, we cannot know ahead of our arrival, the mystery and puzzling culture awaiting our new life after being widowed.