“Turn, O Lord, save my life;
Deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love.
In death is there any memory of you?
Do songs of praise come from the grave?
I am worn out with groaning. I am wasted by my grief.
Hear, O Lord, and heal me!” Psalm 6 [adapted]
We’re no strangers to death
Grief follows us from the past
Grief anticipates us in the future
Grief is at home in our present
Loss lives at the heart of life
Who has no hole in her heart
where death has torn out a love?
Should a mother outlive her child
or the child watch his father die?
Yet love makes no exceptions
Who loves most grieves most
Who does not grieve hasn’t loved
the loss of a dog the loss of the job
the loss of home the loss of family
They leave holes in our hearts
Nor are we strangers to mirth
In every death hides some birth
Human nature abhors the vacuum
The holes heal to become scars
Perhaps in time even trophies
Every grief becomes memory
Every grief needs be anticipated
Let us love today despite the past
and live today despite the future
Grace is sufficient unto the day