Jewish Prayers From the Heart and Pen of Alden Solovy

Season of Sorrow

This is a prayer to turn seasons of sorrow into seasons of hope. Many of my friends appear to have a season that they associate with sorrow, a time when endings and bad moments appear to cluster. I wrote this in late March, thinking about the third anniversary of Ami’s z”l death. I’ve come to think of April as my season of loss. But I also met her in late April, just after my birthday. Two huge gains. Why did I let my sorrows define the season?

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Season of Sorrow
This is my season of sorrow.
A time when struggles begin,
When challenges arrive,
When endings occur.
Moments of pain.
Moments of sadness.
Moments of confusion.
Times of loss. Times of grief.
Moments that stripped me of wisdom
And left me crushed and breathless,
Cold and in deepening shadow.

Holy One,
Help me recall my seasons of joy,
To recall with hope and praise
Your gifts and blessings.
Moments of laughter.
Moments of kindness.
Moments of peace.
Times of health. Times of clarity.
Moments that lifted my spirit
And comforted my heart.

In truth,
These joys and sorrows
Are gifts of holiness,
Gifts of mystery,
Gifts beyond my wisdom,
My knowledge,
My understanding.

Rock of Old,
You are my comfort and my strength,
My light and my truth.

© 2012 Alden Solovy and All rights reserved.

Postscript: Here are other prayers about transitions and transformations: “Leaving,” “River” “Rhythms” and “Transitions.”

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2 Responses to “Season of Sorrow”

  1. Fran Rossi Szpylczyn

    These words really touch me, they hit me hard today. Thank you for offering the shift in perspective, along with the reminder that sorrow does not stand alone. It is always related to, as well as a gift along with joy.

    • tobendlight

      Fran, for the longest time I did not understand this. Somehow I thought that feeling joy would dishonor my grief. My truth is that both sit side-by-side and if I hold them gently, all is well.


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