There’s this blue that I see in the morning, when the sun is rising.

Close to the earth its starting to lighten. As my gaze rise’s, the blue shades into black.

This reminds me of the colour of grieving. Coming from that black place into the light.

I start in a black hopeless abyss. As the pain works through my heart, as the tears roll down my face, it lightens a little with the passage of time.

I find the darker shades of blue, impregnated with black, the most poignant.

When the sorrow is still full, but I am beginning to see the purpose of life again.

While I travel into the light, surfacing from the pool of darkness that has gripped me.

I move through the light of Love, and there is beauty in the grieving.