Healing meditation
Grief
is like a river
You sit a the bank
Watching the water run
Trunks of Wood are making their way through
Followed by tinier branches
Then comes little leaves
Green, yellow and red
All the seasons
Are making their way
Until the water runs clear
And the flow is just a silent stream
That soothes and cleanses
Wait a bit longer
And listen to the well
That waters your New Beginning.
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