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Tonight,
I invite Sadness
to sit at my hearth
give her expensive wine
a cushion near the fire
a place to rest her feet.
I pray my welcome
will invite her to
move through
rather than stay,
but invite her in I must
for she rules this season
of cold full moons.
An attentive hostess
I serve her
stew from my cauldron,
bread from my table,
cake from my cupboard
meat from my heart.
I refill her glass, smile
knowing these gestures
risk permanent indwelling –
but hoping instead
for a gracious shift
back to whole shadow
or a bare sliver of light.
Even in full wane
I will still feel her,
this tearing pull
to emptiness
this flowing ebb,
this littoral zone,
for she dwells nearby.
Warmed by firelight
she nods,
smiles slightly
comfortable
in our arrangement.
I am not.
But even I
am capable of change.
This is such a beautiful expression of how to embrace life’s more difficult moments without resistance, whuch only serves to increase the pain. Thank you River for this luminous poem.
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Thank you Alison. Your support is greatly appreciated. Always.
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