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Lost a job last month, kicked out of paradise/ losing money, not my mind, ain't gonna think twice / nobody ever made millions being nice.

-Mark Nielsen

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The magnitude of loss is so great
It permeates the whole society
Leaving us numb
We need each other more than ever

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Deep breaths       Memory             Heart-full  

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Deep breaths       Memory             Heart-full  

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Illness fear fumbling
Support anger
fumbling
so much loss

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Loss and longing are dancing again, clinging limbs entwined in a rumba of attachment.

Let go, whispers loss, and longing sighs

Into the gaping air, where a tender grace awaits her cue.

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After every loss (sometimes long after)

I become resilient again, and realize

that Love/God was there through it all.

CM

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Here is nothing where once was something:
a gap on the bookshelf, at the table,
in the heart, gaping and raw.

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Under the weight of loss;
I bow my head;
and begin to notice small beauties.
HilaryC

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Loss.           I feel life slip through my fingers.       So much I wish I’d said, and done.        That which I failed to do for one, I do now for others.

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Loss.           I feel life slip through my fingers.       So much I wish I’d said, and done.        That which I failed to do for one, I do now for others.

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dm

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Every loss experienced

As if I still have so little.

But look: it’s not true!

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Three futures I have lost

I avoid truly mourning them

For risk of losing a fourth

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The coock crowed.
Imagine Peter's loss; his anguish.
I ponder my loss when I miss a chance to say "Yes. I know Him".
I humbly accept the generous invitatio, the offer of compensation, to tend your lambs, gracious Lord.

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When you were taken away from us it was like a candle going out

The pain and injustice split me in two

It shaped so many things but I will never forget that you were sacrificed to a failing system

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Every loss a crack.
A break in the vessel of us,
Letting the light in.

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Sitting with loss, I create ritual – water, earth, fire, air

Breathing in and through the emptiness

Showing up, stripped to the essentials…breath and love

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I have lost and found faith
a thousand times now
I have lost and found hope
a thousand times
I am learning to trust this cycle
Of losing and finding again

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Because some fear loss,
others experience it.
Over and over and over.

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The Phoenix rises above the ashes
Not to rise us above,away and beyond our losses
But to carry them fully to the place of hope

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Privilege bubble popped
- - -
when Ahmaud, Brionna, George and Rayshard.
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But why not when Trayvon, Michael, Tamir, Philando, Stephon, Eric, Freddie, Alton ... ????
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Soul reckoning.

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One step forward, two steps back.
This battle won, but the enemy arises again on another horizon.
Illusions slip away, hope wanes, but the work goes on.

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far off lonely tree
where desiccated daydreams
slowly flutter down

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Injustice also means
That grief
Is not distributed evenly

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Empty and too full
Loss and grief accumulate
Yet the sun rises

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"Sorry for your loss."
Too glib and inadequate
For bleak emptiness

WDRplus

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Why do many of us equate the fight for justice as loss?
God equates justice with lovingkindness.
Justice for all means that lovingkindness is practiced globally, societally, and personally.
Always.

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The grains tumble, slowly at first
In those moments when I hold them, open
Open to the possibility that loss isn’t what I think it is

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I am at a loss to explain
How losing my singing voice could bring gain,
But God's love shines through the pain.
GM

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When someone cries in our presence, it produces neurochemical bonding. We cannot avoid their humanity - or our own.

What collective practices of lament might bridge the distances between walled-off hearts?

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We have all lost far
too much, so much that we can't
measure all the tears.

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In one ecosystem, her losses were trauma - overwhelming her ability to cope, rewiring her brain.

In another ecosystem, her losses birthed connection - they were chosen and her neurobiology was healed.

She could dance in the spacious place of courage, liberating loss from white supremacy and misogyny.

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you feel it in the pit of your stomach
knowing...waiting...emptiness...lament
can the brokeness be restored?