When we are grieving, we feel like the weight of the world is upon us and that no one could possibly understand our heartache. We allow emptiness to build a home on the inside of us and melancholy moods to decay our spirit. A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes us and eats away our happiness, and then we feel exiled, different and disdained.
Every day we hope for a rainbow, a symbol of one of Gods many promises to give us the courage to trust in his promise (a promise of life and not of death). But still we feel isolated and alone; we can appreciate the beauty all around us but cannot feel it in our hearts because we’ve lost that one person that made beauty significantly flattering. All of a sudden happiness becomes as elusive as a leaf in the wind and a smile becomes as pungent as venom.
But I believe that that major tragedy and loss in our lives is a door to grow ourselves, to become more loving, compassionate and accepting towards others. I know grief is agonizing. That’s why I believe these painful moments in our lives are sacred and blessed with by the presence of spiritual helpers and friends, who feed us with feelings and perceptions that will assist us to heal and transform, especially if we give them the chance to help us.
Soon we begin to phantom the look of happiness when all of a sudden the smile of a baby melts our hearts. Then we realize that there is much to look forward to in life, the beauty of a marriage, the birth of a child, and the comfort of friends and the embrace of a wife.
Then we allow the wings of joy and love to carry us to view beneath the shinning sky and the spacious promise land. We become more accepting to be alive as we realize that no one lives forever and no matter how much we wish everyone could live forever……,we are everything but not... the orators of our souls. God Is.
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