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How do we pick up the threads of life?
Everything reminds, every day is empty.
Nothing makes sense to go on, or pick up.
It is a void yet to be eased somehow.
We do step forward, one painful day at
A time. Never forgetting, just coming
Gentle, until one day we find less and less
Of what was so hard to start. It doesn't
Just go away. It is a journey we all must
Make. It can leave us bitter or we can
Open ourselves to the love we knew, the
Love which can heal us. Daring to risk
It all again in those around us, it is not
Easy, nor is it all gone as life goes on.
It rests in the soul and comes again.
This is life, this is love, this is our risk.
To be vulnerable all over to life's call.