Will the dust ever clear?

It's easy to fit back into the routine of life once things settle. Though I've come to realize, that there are some things that never really do. Without wading in my sess-pool of guilt and all things bad, today I want to reflect on those people in your life that are utter crap. They make you feel crap and purposely or unknowingly push the boundary of freedom of speech. I get freedom of speech, just not in my presence. Times have moved on where it's okay to grieve and mourn the loss of a child, that today I mourn the loss of all children. For those who's voice has been choked out of them, suppressed and pushed down. For those whose babies have been taken tragically from their arms. For those whose stillborn babies were whisked away, out of sight, out of mind. For those who suffered miscarriages and never got to see their hearts beat. For those who havnt physically lost their child, but there child they do not see. The children separated from us through custody battles, through relationship breakdowns and divorce. To those who's babies were not babies, but still their child all the same. For the parents who have buried their child. Those who held their children's hands through sickness and death. Those who's babies went into eternal sleep and anyone who is grieving a loss right now, this time, today! You don't need anyone's permission to pour out your hearts hurt, only then can it be restored to whole ness. You don't need someone poking at the recesses of your umbra of grief with a stick. Instead, accept the light into those recesses by expressing who you are in your moment of need or hurt. May the Devine love that is our Lords, shine on you today.