Comfort Poetry For Loss and Bereavement

The poem about loss and bereavement that follows came to me within an hour. I am not a poet! From time to time, however, rhyming verses appear in my mind with such lightening speed that I can barely get them down in time. This is what happened here. The entire first verse – which is about coping with grief – occurred to me instantly. As the result of a Tweet!

In reality, the words of comfort had probably been fomenting for more than a day, because I had previously been commenting on a social networking site about the pain and sorrow which seem to plague some people, interminably. Not, you understand, that I am condemning anyone. Grief and bereavement are not time-definitive: they last as long as they last.

But there is a sense in which we may not wish to let go. A sense in which each of us may contrive to envelop ourselves in our grief, in the way that a child hugs a comfort blanket to itself. And it’s not always healthy to do so!

I have written other poetry for bereavement, notably Death Is But A Door, but here I want to make a distinction. These verses are not intended to be exclusively for those who are left to mourn a death, but are meant to be comfort poetry for anyone suffering loss of any sort: be it job, marriage, home or financial security. My hope is that the pain and sorrow to which you have fallen victim will be healed in these words of comfort.

This is a work in progress. If you have suggestions to make to improve the verse, please let me know in the comment box.

Comfort Poetry: Weep A While

Weep a while for what might have been

Let grief rest, but not nest, in your heart.

Then smile a while for all that went well,

And tell sorrow it’s time to depart.

For tears and grief, like a rising flood,

Will bear all that is past in their path.

Til their task is done and the rising sun

Brings new light in the night’s aftermath.

For from the ark, when dispelled is the dark,

Will appear, like a mountain, a peak.

So let sorrow take flight, like a dove on the wing,

To return with fresh hope in its beak.

Then look to the heavens for what’s yet to come

And trust that what’s gone is redeemed.

For the ark and the peak and the dove that is God

Offer more than you ever have dreamed.

© Mel Menzies, 2008-2009