Worn into beauty

“Grief ends up giving you the two best things: softness and illumination.”

 Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith

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the pebble rests

gently in my palm

smooth and worn by its journey down

from the heights to this low place

no longer sharp

and wounding

but comfortable and comforting

polished by affliction

its inner beauty shining from

its depths

so too

the worn and beautiful

ones

who have borne grief