I greet you once again – transected;
put asunder, rent in twain.
This sudden loss – so unexpected;
fullness fractured, comfort slain.
Those shadowed hours creep, oh so slowly.
Earth’s deep pain: a silent roar.
We see in part that thing, most holy
promise of a brighter shore.
Tears of grief rain down, unbaden
the sun, concealed, completes her arc.
The dove returns once more, unladen,
weary of the lingering dark.
Till from aloft the lookout shouts, “Ahoy!”
The half-bow that we see against the rain
is but a herald of a world made whole again.
