Mourning was the dawn before the light is brave enough to cascade over the horizon. It was the time when the colours of the world bowed in reverence to the grief, pausing, pausing... before moving on with the new day and the life that needed her loving attention once more.
Mourning was the time that the waves of grief washed the stage, for tears need their time to pass. And in that sombre tiptoe moment that extends in operatic waves, comes the first rays of dawn.
Mourning came as a sad song, soft and low, a lullaby that spoke of the time of healing to come, of a road that must be travelled one step at a time.
At times we must let the dark come as cocoon and mother, for she prepares us for the light; so let the mourning wrap around you, let it start the healing song.