Grieving

Grieving

I hear the forming ice displacing the water

beneath it.

Its resounding message of creation begs to frighten;

Its sound heralds a profound comfort.

The frozen lake shifts beneath me.

            Adrenaline pumps through my body.

“Am I safe?” questions instinct.

“Profoundly safe” answers soul.

What meanings do I listen for as I wait?

What have I heard that I cannot yet understand?

What echoes reverberate within my water-body?

Who can interpret this language of frigid northlands?

Here I am, bundled against the cold,

laying on the ice,

waiting.

Knowing the movement is silently preparing its voice

soothes my patience.

I must feel the cracking.

I must know the shifting.

If my life drains from me, so be it—

so strong is the pull

of something I don’t want to resist.

If only it weren’t so cold—

that of course is The Essence.

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