Emptied and yet heavy with grief
She made the pilgrimage back to the Birch grove
Where once upon a time she played as a child
She made a nest from yesterday's golden and fallen
Crawled in and lie waiting
For the North to come and mercifully it came
Thick and harsh winter tears lay
Icy and frozen on her lashes
As beneath whitened eyes, stories replayed
Shoving and jostling each other
Among the snowy branches of her ancestral tree
Hungry to be the first retold
Silently, they filled her mind
Beginnings and endings sinking
Into her bones like moons slipping into dawn
And her stories are finally put to rest
And they will remain there, asleep and still beneath her winter tears
*Absolvi
Absolvi - to swallow and absorb our loved ones and our own, dark offences. To let these offences find their place in our bones and our marrow and lay them to rest there. Allowing hearts to be free to finally unlock the gates of their purgatory and enter into a new and untouched land, a "state" of grace, perhaps with the one you love, perhaps not ... but more importantly, with yourself and with your soul intact." - Madame Zora