I am grief
and I can not fix this.
You are here
but you can not take it away.
God is within you
but cannot release this burden.

The black crow has circled your head
now for eight weeks
and has just dropped off a gift of
Sorrow,
Earth and feathers
into your belly.
Accept it
knowing that it is a blessing of
Beauty and
Despair.

It is a gift of remembering.

You call out to the sky,
“I will wear this gift
from above
filled with darkness and
light
around my neck
forever.”

And if the black crow should choose to
bring you another gift,
if one day you see him in the sky
circling your head
in months, in years, to come,

You will stand silently
with your feet firmly planted
in the fertile
Earth, and you will raise
your eyes, your arms,
your feathered talisman,
in faith and
in love.

This was written by me, in my journal, on December 7, 2012. The next day, December 8, I had surgery to remove my second pregnancy loss. It is probably one of the most cathartic poems I have ever written. Thankful for that.

xo,
C