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For those of us working through the heartbreak of grief, author Bozarth offers wise and comforting advice.

...The only reason
for going into
the open heart
or the labyrinth
rose
is to let your heart break
open
so that you can hear
the first cry
of creation
when God birthed
the universe,
and you can
become
large enough
to respond,
let your whole
life unfurl
in all
its magnificence
and purity,
and cry back
to the Holy One
with the beauty
that will rise
within you.
--"Alla Renee Bozarth"

...The only reason
for going into
the open heart
or the labyrinth
rose
is to let your heart break
open
so that you can hear
the first cry
of creation
when God birthed
the universe,
and you can
become
large enough
to respond,
let your whole
life unfurl
in all
its magnificence
and purity,
and cry back
to the Holy One
with the beauty
that will rise
within you.
--"Alla Renee Bozarth"

As she finds strengths to minister to herself, she...

Let me fall
on your Earthbreast-
feed me.

Sing to me
under the round nests
in your cedar trees. . .

Let my wounds
open
and empty

Into your wonderful
compost heap. . .

Let my wounds
become fertile
gardens and

Let me be.
Let me live
again.

Dr. Bozarth show us how to make grieving a positive action that's part of the healing process.

... A star seems
to slip secretly
over the mountain.
A river sings
a new song of never-before
and always.

You look into the eye
of a deer and see
the whole forest,
a star on each tree.

It could be morning.
It could be night.
The push is over.

At last
you remember
whose you are.

You blow yourself up to nurture your children, to draw attention

to a larger reality than human history, to teach us

that destruction is part of creation, to remind us

that the Earth is alive and every day of bearable light is a gift.

Twilight

... A star seems
to slip secretly
over the mountain.
A river sings
a new song of never-before
and always.

You look into the eye
of a deer and see
the whole forest,
a star on each tree.

It could be morning.
It could be night.
The push is over.

At last
you remember
whose you are.