poem: a season of loss
feeling the deep sting of loss
in this dark, wet, cold,
season of mid-winter
and yet, what personal hubris of one’s self
would tell someone to worry about the comfort
and safety of their own ego
only in the dark night of the soul
are we liberated from old attachments
and compulsions so that we love more freely
only with suffering can we
awaken to the deepest
compassion and wisdom of life eternal
and only in healing can one
know the complimentary, both/and,
unitive, full process of suffering
yes, here and now in the second half of life,
it is time to put away our childish ways,
and spiritually discern our falling upward
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
January 27, 2023
photo by author “Home”
author’s note: the second line of the last verse is from 1 Corinthians 13:11.
Richard Rohr has an excellent book titled, “Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the
Two Halves of Life.”
