The short poem for today is for those of us who are suffering the sting of far too much loss during this period of COVID-19–when in many cases we can neither see nor touch our loved ones as they slip into rest.
Separation by W. S. Merton
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
It’s perfectly okay for you to sit with the loss. It’s okay for you to shut down and cease all the doing and shun all the words firing at you like darts, making your head spin.
This loss, this separation gives you permission to lean into the grief and allow yourself to feel all the things. Or to not feel anything.