let your grief rise by Rev. Theresa Inés Soto

let your grief rise.
I know you are
afraid, having been
told, that such a
strong emotion is
unbecoming.
let the
inconvenience
of your tears flood
the smooth glass box
that holds your heart.
trust, beloved,
trust,
that if,
in case of
emergency,
you
break the glass,
your heart will
always return
home.
always.
if ever our
movements
needed you,
it is now.
bringing it—
your grief as an
active, irrepressible
testament to the
utter, awe-inducing
Yosemite Yellowstone
Mt. Hood
(holiness of
human life)
of each and every
Black life.
bring your furious
sorrow, splashed
with tears of hope
and no hope
simultaneously.
do what you can
with what you have
where you are.
and the grief you
bring, that keeps us
anchored, smaller, but
with the immense
possibility of who
we are together
bring that too. in
the constellation of the
actions that will bring our
liberation, you and your
twin-sized grief are a
Betelgeuse of the sky,
light for the way.
-let your grief rise