Sit Hallowed Guest

I said to Grief the following;

You have come first into my life like a brutal storm,

Ripping a carnage of destruction,

Then you have come like the pinnacles of my yearning,

Where a point infinite in me prizes open my true self,

Then you have finally come like the refuge of my hope…

Where I am no longer alone as I have found the Beloved within me.

Then Golden Mouthed I spoke and

I said to my Grief;

“Sit gently hallowed guest,

And speak your truth,

Because there is no anger in me,

Nor the wanton sway of my mind’s prison

But sit gently and be at home as you distil in me my purpose.”

I said to my Grief, “sit hallowed friend, speak to me

For my listening is a healing balm beyond these tears;

As silence whispers its secret.”

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