Release them, let them go
Pain, loss, sadness….small griefs collected up over time
Folded together, one ore the other, like ripples in a rumpled bed-sheet
Covering you, cloaking your heart, putting your spirit on mute
Making you distant, removed, beyond reach, a million miles away
Your grief collection
Release them, let them go
Nothing will assuage
Nothing will make them better
Turn to God
Turn to God who knows grief
Ask for holy fire; hot, burning, purifying fire
Burn away the heaviness, the angst
Looking for release
Looking for freedom
Looking for life
Releasing that grief collection
mark tidsworth 