Recently the beloved husband of one of my literary colleagues passed away. My friend had cared for her soulmate through many years of illness.
I didn’t know what to do to express my sympathy for such a loss. Send flowers? Make a donation to a charity?
What does one writer give to a lover of words?
I sent her words, my words, from the heart.
I wrote this poem as I considered the impact of decades of marriage on someone mourning. This poem acknowledges the cost of such a loss.
It is not flesh, nor beauty
Nor strength nor flashes of any sort.
And now it is not, can not be
Hope or possibilities or potentials,
For their time has passed.
It is not flesh nor beauty
Nor weaknesses nor thunders.
And, that it is not now,
And, that it has endured:
It never was those things.
And only now can that
Unmistakably be seen.
It is a hook in a heart
And a hook in a heart
And ligatures between them
Where pain is only relieved
When one rests
Against the other.
(copyright Latayne C. Scott)
In a nearly-physical sense, words are the primary way in which we pay forward and backward the gift of comfort and fellowship we all crave. Words can wound, words can heal. We don’t have to know you, in order to minister to you.
Have a writer’s words helped heal and comfort you? Please do share!