Like Dew on the Grass
Beloved Child of Mine, I hear you weep. It seems you have settled into some kind of perpetual sadness. I hear your thoughts that say:
“I have so much, so very much, to be grateful for, and I weep. I weep because I weep. I remember when I used to leap out of bed, almost being unable to wait until the day would begin. Now I am not eager for the day to begin. I am eager for the day to be over so I can sleep into oblivion. I know that life is beautiful. I haven’t forgotten that, yet my heart aches with I know not what.”
I speak to your heart now that sits back with a shawl over its head and cries.
Beloveds, consider this time of sadness as dew on the morning grass. You do not have to think that you are supposed to be sad or that you are not supposed to be sad because of it. There is nothing wrong with being sad. Like dew on the grass, sadness will evaporate.
Consider sadness as a lovely ribbon of life. You put the ribbon on, and you take the ribbon off. Sadness is not such a big deal as the world would make it.
Or perhaps someone braids the ribbon in your hair and pulls too tight. Still the ribbon of sadness does not stay entwined with you forever. You know sadness leaves. It has left you before.
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