A poem I wrote about Grief and the gifts of Grief at the Dark Alchemy of Embodied Prayer retreat in Kangaroo Valley NSW January 2026 with SoulCraft Australia NZ
Sacred Tears, Sacred Being – by Sara Phillips
each tear of grief
is like a drop of rain on hot stone,
or like a summer shower,
or like a storm that FLOODS,
or like a blizzard
that coats the landscape in white.
each wave of grief
breaks you open,
and more of you
the You, you know,
falls away,
surrender
after
surrender
after
surrender
and each time you feel like
you are dying
and there will be nothing left.
But each morning
You are surprised
that you are still here,
a little quieter, a little softer,
the essence of You,
the light of You,
the BEINGNESS of You,
is STILL HERE!
a little stronger, a little more true,
a little more You!
And I will forget this truth about grief.
When the next wave hits me
it will feel like I’m dying.
And I hope and pray
that some eternal part of me
remembers the next morning,
the surprising quiet,
the gentleness,
the beingingess,
the newly born feeling
that I am ok after all…..
The sun will rise,
the day will stretch before me
and earth will wait
to welcome me
to heartbeat with me
to love with me
again
and again
and again.
