Grief has its rhythm - first the wild
swift tide of dark despair
the time of bleak aloneness ~
When even God's not there
and then the slow receding
till quiet calms the sea
and bare, washed sand is everywhere
where castles used to be ~
The gentle lapping of the waves
upon the shore - and then
the pearl-lined shells of memories
to help us smile again ~
Published by Margie
I write poetry.
I live in Colorado.
I have a great family.
I have some amazing friends,
Life is exceptionally good!
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When The Heart Speaks 
This is lovely Margie!😊
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is lovely, Margie, and so true. You’ve obviously had the experience.
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Thank you! 🙂 I have had the experience(s) with grief and this poem speaks of it.
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Fine poem. Hard emotions. I’m really glad you’re posting.
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Thank you, Syd. 🙂
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Yes,so true. Part of life we all must face, often times, more than what seems bearable.
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Yes, Geraldine, the grief is something we all must bear but it is so very hard! Time really does not ease the pain much but I believe the grief is a testament to the love we have felt for those we have lost! They will always be a part of our lives and their beautiful memories live on in our hearts!
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wow, you wrote this so well – I’ve known that grief way too much in my family. Your words are beautiful and so are the memories when we get through the grief.
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Sandy, thank you! Your kind words meant a lot! Yes, grief brings the memories! I am blessed with a bountiful of beautiful memories of my sister. But, it’s so hard not having her here with me! I am sorry for your losses!
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Beautiful. A lovely level of metaphor (I don’t like when it’s too much!).
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