[Oe List ...] [Dialogue] Four Gates of Grief

[Jann McGuire]

Thank you, Ellie, for sharing your beautiful creation. It evokes my grief.
How healing tears are.

Jann McGuire



On Mon, Oct 30, 2023 at 10:21 AM Milan Hamilton via OE <
oe at lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:

> Thanks Ellie for calling attention to this important work and an authentic
> way to approach it. But your poem, OMG, thanks for taking us with you on
> that journey.😎
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> On Oct 30, 2023, at 8:56 AM, Catherine Welch via OE <
> oe at lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
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> Thank you for sending “the Gates of Grief”.  I found this to be a
> wonderful piece for reflection.  It offers several paths that I had not
> fully considered.
>
> Catherine Welch
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> Sent from Mail <https://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkId=550986> for
> Windows
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> *From: *Karen Snyder via OE <oe at lists.wedgeblade.net>
> *Sent: *Monday, October 30, 2023 7:34 AM
> *To: *Ellie and Carleton Stock <elliestock at aol.com>
> *Cc: *Karen Snyder <karen.snyder10 at gmail.com>; Dialogue at lists
> <dialogue at lists.wedgeblade.net>; oe at lists <oe at lists.wedgeblade.net>
> *Subject: *Re: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] Four Gates of Grief
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> Ellie,
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> This poem is very fitting relative to the message about the gates of
> grief. You have shown an amazing sensitivity, intuition and on-point poetic
> response that speaks to me. I am living today in gratitude for a new day.
> Thank you.
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>
>
> Love and peace,
>
>
>
> Karen
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>
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> On Oct 30, 2023, at 7:00 AM, Ellie Stock <elliestock at aol.com> wrote:
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> Hi Karen,
>
> A preliminary response . . . also attached.
>
> Ellie :)
>
> elliestock at aol.com
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> I THOUGHT I HAD SHED ALL MY TEARS
>
>
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> I thought I had shed all my tears,
>
> a lifetime of tears,
>
> drops rivuletting canyons in once smoothe skin,
>
> cascading into deltas and emptying into a sea of sorrow,
>
> now parched and dried like
>
> my once choking and burning throat.
>
> I thought I had shed all my tears,
>
> a lifetime of tears,
>
> sobs of shock and pain muffled in pillows,
>
> deep shaking heaves trying to catch breath,
>
> threatening to suffocate.
>
> I thought I had shed all my tears,
>
> a lifetime of tears,
>
> of hurt and hurting, of remorse for the done and undone,
>
> the betrayal of and by those close,
>
> the final separation from loved ones, land,
>
> and what is most cherished,
>
> of sleepless nights and
>
> prayers like drops of blood for the sick and dying,
>
> of births that never were.
>
> of fading health and dreams.
>
> I thought I had shed all my tears,
>
> a lifetime of tears,
>
> screams and cries of anger, fear, and anguish over
>
> the corruption, consumption, and killing fields of
>
> Earth and all that is in it,
>
> billions of years extinguishing
>
> in the embers and ashes of truth and justice,
>
> communities and trust shattered,
>
> innocent suffering,
>
> sacredness violated, sorrow unbounded,
>
> lamenting echoing lamenting, looping and looping and looping,
>
> grief unbearable, unconsolable, overwhelming, numbing,
>
> dried, vacant eyes staring stoically into the void,
>
> filled with harpies advertising, urging, encouraging
>
> to eat, drink, and be merry.  But
>
> how can I sing while mourning in
>
> this strange, foreign land?
>
> I thought I had shed all my tears,
>
> a lifetime of tears, no more left to be wiped away.
>
> I woke up in the middle of the night,
>
> anxiously awaiting dawn, but
>
> the heavens were weeping, lightning
>
> and street lamps the only light,
>
> cloud-bursting, four winds swirling,
>
> thundering, torrents and storms of tears,
>
> piercing the soil and bouncing off asphalt,
>
> quenching the drought-thirsty  trees losing
>
> autumn muted colored leaves,
>
> trying to cleanse, to refresh, to renew, to regenerate
>
> the parched planet and also
>
> piercing my soul, drilling into
>
> unbeknown, untapped fossilized tears that melted, trickled,
>
> moistened eyelids, then gushed,
>
> flowing, cleansing and renewing.
>
> No rainbow but deep gratitude and stillness and
>
> a new Covenant with a new day and
>
> All that is in it.
>
> Then I calmly reached for a box of Kleenex.
>
> ejhs
>
> 10/30/2023
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> On Sunday, October 29, 2023 at 06:53:03 PM CDT, Karen Snyder via Dialogue <
> dialogue at lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
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> This week the Daily Good had an article by Francis Weller called “Drinking
> the Tears of the World: Grief as Deep Activism”. Weller articulates four
> gates of grief that I have never known how to acknowledge before:
>
> 1.  Losing someone loved
>
> 2.  Neglected places of soul such as as a sense of shame and feeling of
> inadequacy
>
> 3.  Losses in the world of species, habitats and cultures
>
> 4.  Loss of community and rituals that keep us connected to our soul
>
>
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> With this understanding one realizes that everyone grieves.  I find myself
> wondering how much anger and hatred in society covers a deeper experience
> of grieving.
>
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> What is your response to this writing?
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> Peace and love,
>
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