you can give up and give in and be given back to

Let the rest

in this rested place

rest for you.

Let the birds sing

and the geese call

and the sky race

from west to east

when you cannot raise

a wing to fly.

Let evening 

trace your loss

in the stonework

against a fading sky.

So that 

you can give up

and give in

and be given back to,

so that you can let

winter

come and live

fully inside you,

so that 

you can 

retrace 

the loving path

of heartbreak

that brought you here. ...

[David Whyte {1955- } from 'Winter Grief' in The Bell and the Blackbird]

This one is for Adeleide.