Necessary Grief

Sometimes I believe my grief is singular,
as if I am the only wave hurled
against that craggy coast.

Trying to find comfort,
I recall the story of the Buddha
and a grieving mother.

Buddha said he would resurrect her son
if she could find a home in her village
where no one had died.

Later she returned to the Buddha
and said, “I understand.”
Then went to bury her child.

Knowing that others suffer losses
helps me bury my dead,
but does not assuage my grief.

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After closing his practice of 35 years in 2011 as a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist and with the publication of his first collection of poems, “A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames,” in 2014, David C. Weiss has been devoted to writing poetry and leading workshops for new poets. He is on the faculty of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine and a visiting instructor of poetry at Sera Jhy Tibetan Buddhist Monastery in South India. David plays the “shakuhachi,” a Japanese end-blown bamboo flute used by monks of the “Fuke” school of Zen Buddhism in the practice of “suizen” (blowing meditation). He earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University. You can follow David on his website.

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