His Promise is True

The small kindnesses,

The tender mercies,

The moments of joy,

The flashes

of relief

Don’t make up for the loss.

Not entirely.

But they help.

They help to remind you

That you have permission to smile,

To feel joy

And love

And gratitude,

In spite of the loss,

Or maybe because of it.

Because with every difficulty,

There is ease

If we open our arms

To embrace it.

His promise is true.

© Na’ima B. Robert