Tag Archives: Mourning
Wisdom Kingdom
To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend
To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear
So then, with wisdom, kingdom come
Blue Damsels
Diminished
From the wind, I think
Or what’s riding on it
Chilled uncertainty?
Despite any positive prophecy or revelation
Holy, scholarly, or both
It’s what troubles me to the core today
And my sisters too
So let us weep in any and all ways tonight
So the morrow we’ll feel as ourselves again
Whole
Volcanic Rock
This piece of all me
I lift up and revere
Dug from the deep
Covered in mourning
I am most proud of
I hold it high here now
Shining before you
It is the me that is happy
For the happy in you