​I believe grief comes in many forms. The loss of a loved one, of course, but isn’t there more? I feel we grieve over the loss of the way things were or were supposed to be, relationships, seeing those we love and care about suffer, losing ourselves in despair. Some grieve from aging and time slipping away, from not being able to save someone they love. But God… as sure as the sun will rise, morning will come. It simply always does. Sometimes, we’re so lost in our anguish, that we don’t notice it at all, but it’s still there. Waiting until we notice it again, beautiful in the waiting, and somehow, through the grace of God, we always do. At least I believe we do.

Morning after Mourning

During mourning, 
morning comes.
Always there,
always returning,
missed sometimes
in our darkest grief. 
Until one day, 
the morning peeks through a window
and we realize days have passed,
sometimes weeks or more,
while we were not a​​ware,
so heavy is the grief we bear.
But each morning
in our mourning,
it came, it rose, 
returning with light,
ready for when we were,
glowing in the waiting. 
As sure as the sun that sets,
morning returns,
until we once again,
see it’s newness. 
It is the same,
but different,
our grief perhaps changes its hue.
But regardless,
it did come back.
And is more precious 
than it ever was before,
more needed and longed for,
than it’s ever been.
The mornings
after our mourning.  

Love and good mornings to you,
Tracey

@traceyrice 2023