The heart releases; to its grace we yield

What shall I do , the  widow asked her friend.
I feel this knife inside my heart again.
What  can I do to make my sorrow end
What can I do to stop the bloody  pain?

Do nothing, the  sweet friend  gently advised
Your task is  to  accept   your own despair
The wisdom in your mind will work, she sighed.
Your body hurts and for such  pain we  care.

Sit here and  count the daisies  in the lawn
No need to talk nor even think  nor will.
As in this peaceful sitting for  a day
Your mind will  rest and hope and trust may call.

Receptive to the shivering, daisied  fields,
The heart releases; to  its  grace  we yield

9 thoughts on “The heart releases; to its grace we yield

      1. I like to understand my own feelings in such times of life.Especially because we are told to keep active and busy when we need to slow down and weep.

      2. Yes that’s a truth for sure, when sad it’s virtually impossible to ‘keep busy’ and you only really ignore dealing with whatever is causing you to weep – slowing down and facing it seems the only way to really resolve things. xo

      3. And even though we know it,it can be hard at times.I think that is why some people have accidents pr become ill… we are being forced to stop for a while.:)

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