Keeping Faith With Love

Several people I know have lost loved ones recently. Sadly, there will always be grieving people in the world. Having known my share, I can but hope this kenning may encourage them to find a way through the dark of a grieving process…and back into the light.

Time does not altogether heal the wounds of loss. It does, however, make our living with it easier. [Easier, yes but never easy].


KEEPING FAITH WITH LOVE

I bend like a flower in a cruel wind.
sing sad songs learned from the trees,
sink to my knees among shadows
like monks in shabby cowls kneeling
in prayer urging me to do the same,
but I cannot pray for the only feeling
left in me is a pain that is all my own
yet there is another as much to blame
for leaving me here alone, so alone

I prostrate myself at the altar of time
that sees all, spares nothing and no one,
cold within the folds of winter’s dark,
angry at the cheerful song of a skylark
circling above, predisposed to celebrate
the natural world, precious little thought
for the fragile nature of a human heart,
broken, as mine, into insignificant pieces
no one will spare a second glance

What would you have me do, skylark,
get up and dance? How dare you deny me
this moment of cut-throat bliss that is
(they say) but the other side of happiness?
Leave me! Let your sweet song beguile
ears anxious to hear, not mine, closed now
to cheery sounds and smells of summer
where autumn has shed its tears and long,
lonely winter days sure to last for years

Yet, I am Grief. Once rested, a kind breeze
through time, keeper of its pain and peace


Copyright R. N. Taber 2009