If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Jessica, you mentioned that you never stopped dreaming. That stayed with me, and it reminded me of a poem by John O’Donohue, called ‘This is the time to be slow’. I wanted to share it with you all in the hopes that it might bring you some comfort and company:
Thank you for trusting us with your words and experiences. I can’t begin to imagine what such a loss must feel like, or how deeply it shifts your life. Sometimes I find myself without the right words in moments like these, and when that happens, I often turn to the words of others.
Dear Jessica, and everyone who shared their inner thoughts,
