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.

David was a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist for 35 years before the publication of his first collection of poems, “A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames.” He continues to write poetry and makes presentations on poetry of Eastern and Western Mystics and leads poetry workshops as a faculty member of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine. David is a regular contributor to Kind Over Matter. David plays the “Shakuhachi,” a Japanese bamboo flute used in Zen Buddhist meditation and celebration. He combines his flute music with poetry readings. He has taught Tibetan and Western poetry to Buddhists monks at Sera Jhy Tibetan Buddhist Monastery in South India. He earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University. You can contact David via email or follow him on his website.

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