Dealing with grief - tools from our ancestors. Here’s one tool:. WAIATA - E MURI AHIAHI. E muri ahiahi ka kaikino te aroha i te rongo kino mai i Waitaha. Pīoioi kau ana taku tūranga i te papangāihotanga o te mate. Nā te taipō nō kere mauāhara. Etia he manuao ‘ pāhua ana i te Pou-o-Rongo. Haehae kau ana te tau o taku ate i te hōpuatanga, i te tāpapanga o aituā. Haere atu koutou e te tira maungārongo. Whai atu i te Tītī-rere-pō, ki a Āio-te-kī, ki a Āio-te-rea. Auē taukiri eeei!. Maranga mai rā e te iwi rauhītia te tangata ki te pū o te aroha. Pūtikitia kia kotahi, kiritahitia mai Tīreni,. Ka ao te pō, ka mau ki te aotea roa nei eeei. Translation:. I am overcome with grief as I hear of the news from Canterbury. My world is unbalanced, it is destabilised as the death toll continues to rise. It was a demon from the dark seat of hate. It was like a military onslaught on a Pillar-of-Peace. The insides ache and are pulled as I think of bloodshed and piling up of death. Farewell, you the assembly of peace. Follow the bird of the night to where peace resonates, where peace grows. Oh I am bereft!. Let us rise and embrace each other under the pillar of love. Bind ourselves together, hand-in-hand as one nation. For night brings day and we must endure in the light.
