After the body heals
and the space once filled with baby smooths.
After grief comes hard
and the nights once again give way to sleep.
After the sympathy cards taper
and the flowers wither
and the help slows
and life as we once knew it resumes.
After the winter melts
and spring slowly dawns
from the darkness.
After all of this -- I breathe.
Chest rises and falls
steadily for the first time in months
a rhythm of new normal emerging.
And the fog begins to burn off
in the steadiness of the Son.