Grief came uninvited Â
through my open doorway,
fear and rage ignited Â
they made plans to stay,
and I was dazed by the
lack of foresight.
Then sadness came bounding
in loud and bellowing.
It consumed every opening, Â
chaos was ensuing,
then it left without a trace
of what it was doing.
When the storm had ended Â
someone held me,
they were kind,
gently she attended Â
and peace filled my mind,
as love comprehended
the hurt it left behind.
For in grief's disguise, Â
love had always been Â
opening my eyes.
To what grief could mean:Â Â
That love never dies.
Šď¸Lizzie Bevis
There is no grief without love.