When you stand at the threshold of loss, there will be this inexplicable force pulling you into the abyss of night, compelling you to fall deeper into the unknown.
Where emotions run rampant until overwhelm takes hold of every sense of your being, rendering a sense of powerlessness amidst every facet of your identity.
You wait, with trepidation, until you feel twinges of anything recognizable which makes you feel somewhat human again.
This loss; so destabilizing, so unavoidable, empties you into nothingness like no other you have ever encountered.
Unable to be remedied by human understanding, this loss needs that one thing to make the unknown somewhat gentler for you, somewhat less terrifying.
Grace.
When you stand at the threshold of loss, may you allow grace to walk before you, beside you, around you and within you,
May it compel the powerlessness that you feel to see the light calling to you from the abyss, shedding any remnants of a past identity so that a new identity may rise from the ashes.
May it shelter your humanity so that what you perceive outside of yourself is fleeting, allowing loss to become part of the whole, part of the light without you losing yourself amidst the darkness.