At this moment, I feel profound sadness.
Our collective shock and sadness deserve to be
given space and kindness— a pause is needed.
Then again, we can resume loving, healing,
tending to Mother Earth, and truth-telling.
As I have walked my path, I have been shown
the truth that no matter what happens—
everything is ultimately going to be okay.
Now more than ever I honor
my mother,
my grandmother,
and Mother Earth—
deeper than ever—
I honor indigenous peoples.
LOSS
She had always loved
the twinkling lights
upon the tree.
Her eyes now
were still. Dry.
Mine dampened.
Peering into her
seeking the familiar joy,
I found only a fading spark.
Her tongue was parched.
Her lips cracked…
Mine quivered.
My cheeks glistened
as I failed
to hold back tears.
My throat tightened
as it choked
on swallowed salt.
Her courageous heart
was silent.
Mine pounded… longing to follow.
Gathered with grief,
I am alone…
Christmas, no longer a joy.
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