May 2: Grief Weary

We’ve another memorial service today—

my third in as many weeks, and I’m feeling

grief-weary. My job is to hold open space

in which others can grieve, but each time

some of it rubs off on to me as well, lingers

on the surface of my mind, seeps into my soul,

where spirit meets bone meets exhaustion.

Sometimes it helps if it’s pouring down rain.

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