Published
January 21, 1988. Whenever anyone sustains a loss of
some kind, grief usually follows. We grieve different losses in differing ways.
But we all grieve. 
The loss of a spouse is one occasion
in life when people usually grieve. If the loss occurs because of death, the
grief is understandable. We gather around the one sustaining the loss when it
occurs and try to give support in one form or another. But loss of a spouse
through divorce is often different. When a divorce occurs, we are sometimes
less supportive even to the point of blame and ridicule.
The type and intensity of grief associated
with divorce differs from person to person. It also depends on whether a person
instigates the divorce, or if one is abandoned by a marriage partner.
A friend whom I admire and respect
very much recently experienced a divorce. In her case, it was her husband who
left her and their children. While she was grieving the loss, she was fortunate
to have family and friends who tried to be supportive and helpful during the
painful separation. A family member sent her the following poem by Veronica A.
Schoffstall titled “Comes the Dawn.” My friend, in turn, gave it to me, and I
was so touched by Veronica’s insights I asked if I might share it with you. 
Comes
the Dawn
After a
while you learn the subtle difference
Between
holding a hand and chaining a soul, 
And you
learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company
doesn’t mean security,
And you
begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents
aren’t promises
And you
begin to accept your defeats.
With the
grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you
learn to build all your roads on today
Because
tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures
have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
That even
sunshine burns if you get to much.
So you plant
your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of
waiting for someone to bring you flowers,
And you
learn that you really can endure . . . 
That you
really are strong.
And you
really do have worth.
And you
learn and learn . . .
And with
every good-bye you learn.
I don’t know who Veronica A.
Shoffstall is. Perhaps some of you do and will write and tell me, so she can
receive due recognition for her writing. Perhaps you, too, could pass on the poem
to someone else who might benefit from it.
We share her thoughts with you, particularly
those who are grieving from the loss of a spouse through divorce.
Hopefully we can be more sensitive
to their needs as well.
 
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