…
When the news comes
may the humming
in your head
give way to song,
even if it will be
long and long
before you can
hear it,
before you can
comprehend the love
that latched onto you
in the rending—
the love that bound itself to you
even as it began its leaving
and has never
let you go.
–Jan Richardson, from “Blessing for Getting the News”, The Cure for Sorrow, p. 25
