Grief has a taste and a smell,
and a touch.
It is an ache and a sense of helplessness,
bewilderment about what is
and uncertainty about what will be
in the absence of who and what was.
Grief can be a weight,
an anchor that immobilizes.

Grief has a sound:
sometimes it is silence,
at other times a wail,
a whimper,
a cadence,
like that of soldiers’ boots
marching in sync across our days.
Grief can be a dance of unfamiliar steps
where, before, harmony existed.

Grief unveils our common humanity
but can be an isolating experience.
Yet there is One,
spoken of by the prophet Isaiah,
as A Man of Sorrow,
acquainted with grief.
He knows grief intimately
and is close to those who are grieving.
He knows and He is near.
Always near.

I am joining the Five Minute Friday writing community, hosted by Kate Motaung, for our weekly writing adventure. Please click here to learn about Five Minute Friday. This week’s prompt is, “Grief.”