Grief is the final sting of a scar’s mother,
silent fears and silenced futures stain swords
slumbering in the Father’s sheathe.
We hurt because
we love them.
We hurt because
we hate them.
We loved them, even when
we hated them.
We hated them because
they hurt us.
They hurt us because
we hurt them.
We hurt because
they love to win.
They hurt because
we love to sin.
They loved us, even when
they hated us.
They hate because
they hurt.
We hurt because
they loved.
We love because
they lived.
They live because
we love.
We give even when
love hurts.
We forgive because
love lives.
Guilt-Free Grief
by Paul R.S. Hanna
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