a blessing for when you mourn what could have been (and it needs to feel okay to say that)

Blessed are you, friend, sitting among the shards of what could have been. It is broken now, that dream you loved, and it has spilled out all over the ground.

Blessed are you, dear one, letting your eyes look around and remember all the hope your dream once contained. All the love. All the beauty.

Blessed are you, telling your tears they can flow. Telling your anger it can speak.

Blessed are you when mourning is the holy work of the moment, for it speaks of what is real.

Blessed are you, letting this loss speak all its terrible truth to your soul.

Blessed are we who mourn, saying let us remain in grief’s cold winter for as long as it takes, that mourning might be to our hearts the gentlest springtime.