This week Christmas is on my mind. If you celebrate Christmas or spend any time around those who do, you know that it is a season of joy and giving—at least in theory. Unfortunately, holidays are often a time when loneliness and grieving feel enhanced as we try to force jolliness. When I sat to write this blog post, starting, and restarting, I found my pen was not inspired. Finally, my thoughts became a poem. I am no poet but here are my humble thoughts.
Do you hear what I hear?
Beyond jolly jingles,
After happily ever,
Past the limits of generosity and goodwill?
The heartache of the hand unheld,
The tears of the grief remembered,
The worries of the mind unsettled,
The loneliness of the numb and disconnected.
I hear the pain I cannot erase,
I hear the tales I cannot change.
Do you see what I see?
Beyond the pain,
After the tears,
Past the limits you think are yours?
The strength of the hand still reaching,
The beauty of the memories you’re celebrating,
The courage of the fears you’re facing,
The power of the reconnecting.
I see the pain you are overcoming,
I see the stories you are changing.
I hear. I will listen.
I see. I will watch.
I feel hope. I will hold hope until you feel it too.
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