Grief can be a slow ache
that never stops rising.
In grief, those whom we have lost
and over whom we are sad
becomes more and more
a part of who we are, mysteriously.
Grief is a song that we sing.
It opens our heart to goodness.
Grief is an angel trying to grow
its shining wings in our darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem