“Grief among the winds blusters alas

It abides by no law

Or rhythm or grace

As it stares upon your soul.

The hand it offers

Is as old as time

And calloused to it’s core

Like us, it is flesh

Supple and soft

But rests on a rigid frame of bone.

Brute seems to be its force

Like nature, indifferent.

Primal in need

But virtuous as the wild.

It asks only to dance

For it loves as you do.

Will you deny its offering

Or will you bow in honor of its beauty?

The gift it brings is dark

And of hollow night.

With wrath it glistens

And whispers to the moon,

For it is not just of black

But it as well the light.

Embrace

Embrace

And offer it your heart

For it will return to you

At the birth of dawn.

Stronger and wiser

Is a love that scars and grows.

More bold, more brave

Is a soul that bleeds.

So great the power and need

We have for pain.

So

Let it be

Let it be

For you may know

The weathered path of tears

And the wonder and essence of grief.”

Blais Bellenoit, 2022