For now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
Song of Solomon 2:11 NRSV
Grief is a wintry experience. It is cold, dark, and isolating. For a while it seems that the winter of grief will never pass. Then one day the worst of the storm passes. The rain is over and gone. It is in the past; it is an invisible part of the past. Perhaps some damage remains—a reminder of the forces in life—as grief passes from without and within and winter is finally past.
God, as I grow forward, I feel the winter of grief yielding to the warm promise of new life. I am grateful that the rain is over and gone. Amen.
What lies behind is my history, part of who I will yet become.