On Grief

Of course,

we suffer agony

when we lose someone;

how can you not,

when something

crawls out of your heart,

tears through your chest,

and sinks, blood-soaked,

into the soft earth?

On Love & Mourning

I have mourned you

for as long

as I have loved you;

for, from the moment

you became my heart,

I knew that,

someday,

my chest would

never be

that full again.

 

(What will I do with my eyes when they can’t look at you?)

 

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem X

My heart

races when I

read Scripture,

for it is my heart,

and it has been

found out.