Link to poems written by members: member's original poetry
I just had to share this one by Mary Oliver on grief: From her book entitled:Thirst.
Heavy
That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Sure God
had His hand in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among lions),
"It's not the weight yo