There is no right way to grieve, is there.
There really is eternity in our hearts. (Ecclesiastes 3:9)
I swallow the lump in my throat; a stone that sinks deep into the ocean inside me without a splash, perhaps just one drop. Then it sinks down into deeper and darker blue until the bottom where the light does not reach, where these feelings lie quietly.
If I pray too much or write too much there is an overflow. But for now the stones will sit. Perhaps one day they will be stacked on on top of the there so some will be revealed and their colours may be brought to light.
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