Grief
Is a narrow thing,
Tight against
My breath -
Begging an answer
To unanswerable
Death.
I'm remembering
A sunrise.
I saw the bright
Quick streams of light
Sing gold across
The Sky.
And it came to me then
How essential
Is the night:
For only from dark
Do we know dawn
At all.
The memory lets
One small solace in.
If we must
Endure an end
To know the endless -
Oh, gladly
I will let you go:
That when I see you
Standing at the door
To that more
Permanent place,
How quickly
I'll recognize
The eternal
In your embrace.
- Carol Lynn Pearson
