EDITContemplative
My grief is love with nowhere to go, and it is welcome here.
Lament is one of the oldest forms of prayer — the Psalms are full of it. This category makes room for sorrow, anger and bewilderment without rushing to consolation. Nothing here hurries grief along, interprets loss as a lesson, or substitutes spiritual language for human and professional support.
Come as you are
Today in this room
Today's prayer
MODModern interpretationSource of mercy, I come without a clean ending.
This loss is heavy, and I will not pretend it is light. Receive the ache, the anger, the silence, the memories that arrive without asking. If comfort comes, let it come gently. If it does not come today, stay with me in the dark. Let love remain love, even here. Hold me as I carry only the next breath.
Amen.
My grief is love with nowhere to go, and it is welcome here.
I do not have to be over it; I only have to be accompanied through it.
Tears are a form of prayer when words run out.
What have you lost that the world has not yet given you permission to mourn?
If your grief could speak without being corrected, what would it say?
What do you want to remember about who or what is gone?
Wisdom's fall and restoration — the most haunting figure of the Gnostic myth, and her older biblical roots.
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