DAD'S DEATH AND MY PRIVILEGED MOMENT
35 YEARS OF RAINTOWN - ONE OF MY VERY FAVOURITE RECORDS

GRIEF IS... A LABOURER

Coffin

Grief is disguised as a trickster

Conjuring weariness from the invisible

 

But look again

Grief has you digging

Deep into sacred spaces

For precious memories long buried

Grief has you pushing and pulling

The love lost in the void

Bereft of a heart to embrace

Grief has you carrying

The hod filled with sorrow not seen

Pressing heavily on your soul’s shoulders

 

Grief is actually a labourer

Tilling the rugged ground of hardest parting 

 

Grief is exhausting

Be gentle with yourself.

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