POETRY - GRIEF

I have recently been confronted with a growing sense of my own mortality. Suffice it to say, it was a sobering affair of how the end might come! I thought, without morbidity, of the last words I should have spoken. If you have suffered the loss of a loved one, I hope you find these thoughts helpful.

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Grief

Grief is for those who remain.

Solitary, lonesome soul sounds.

Solitary tears that form a river.

Sigh of Spirit, the ineffable

deep calling unto deep.

Sigh of Spirit, the story of

love Divine in exhaling breath.

I am thankful, like the sunrise

for another day.

I am lost in admiration for you,

allowing me a place in your heart.

How generous you were for someone,

not gifted with infinite patience.

And now you feel I am gone

but death is but the experience of passing,

from this side of the mortal coil.

I am thankful of another sunrise

of an eternal ray,

beckoning daylight into your darkness.

That is where I am to be found.

Grief is for those who remain.

I am thankful for the support you gave

to a struggling writer.

Oh, I did not struggle to write,

it was just with the reading side

of this transaction.

For who would read unknown words

from unknown worlds

and the testimonies of the anonymous.

A writer invites a reader to grieve

the passing of words.

The book ends,

silence ensues,

like now.

A writer invites a reader to mourn

the passing of one who held a pen

throughout their Earthly lives.

I have given you long memories

of torturous tales,

of perseverance,

of ascension glory,

of tributes to the brave.

And now, do not hold on to grief,

let it pass,

let it flow...like a stream

that joins a mighty river

of tear tracks for loved ones lost

and then found again.

Yes, found again

in You.

Geoff Hall