I read this poem many years ago- and its words have always stuck in my mind.

As ever with poetry, it makes a few words speak louder than a thousand.

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open

Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring.

From The Prayer Tree
by Michael Leunig

You can see lots of his cartoons here.

I liked this one…

…and this one!