I found this beautiful moving poem in
Francis Weller's book The Wild Edge of Sorrow:
Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief.
Francis Weller writes: "The Unbroken" offers us a
glimpse into what we may find nestled inside
our deepest sorrows." So wise and true.
❤ Molly
The Unbroken
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole
while learning to sing.
while learning to sing.
— Rashani Réa
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