There are things
that only the heartbroken
can understand
and dear son
I hope with all my broken heart
that one day
you will understand
these things too

a pain so beautiful
that only love can see
that everything broken
everything broken
is lovely too

In time death will come
to reap the life
you have sown
and when you see
the harvest she lays
at your feet
will you rejoice to see
an abundance of fruit
or will you be forced
to see a garden
that long ago
rotted on the vine

Even in silence
  there is music
    there is always music
no matter the depth
  of grief or sorrow
    there is always music
and where there is music
  there is love

There's a strange beauty in death
how peaceful a lifeless
body lays still
the calm expression on
the face of the departed
unknown secrets dancing
behind their closed eyes

Knowing that they are free
of human misery
no longer subjected
to suffering
and yet still connected
to our hearts
still remembered by love
still loved

And let us hope
they are welcomed
by whatever God
they prayed to
may they be reunited
with old friends
and family gone before
may their life
their beautiful life
be celebrated
and may they
be remembered
and loved
and loved
and loved

I am paralyzed with grief
sinking into unknown
depths of despair
trying to remember
how to breath

knowing the worst
is yet to come

cruelty smiles on
the nearby horizon
hatred is sharpening its nails
ready to crucify
anything in its path

history set to repeat itself
our haunted past
being dragged into
the present and future days

heavy is the heart that
must hold onto hope
throughout this darkness

that must love
in the face of hatred

that has to uphold peace
against the pounding
fists of violence  

so with heavy hearts
we must move on

and remember
how to breath

and breath

and move

on

and

on

It seemed easier
to fall in love
with a stranger
across the sea
someone he would
never have to meet
never have to be
courageous enough
to talk to

So he did...
or at least
pretended to...

his heart failed
to notice the difference
or at least
it played along

and he smiled
a sad weary smile
but there was joy
tucked into the
corner of his lips

and that was
comfort enough
to allow him to sit
in his solitude
without the need
to feel lonely

Could it be that
the God of Everything
was just a simple girl?
a girl that was not
so simple
a woman much more
than a woman
a God that could
extinguish everything
we know and love
with just a thought
let us be grateful
that there is a fierce kindness
twirling in her eyes
beauty at her fingertips
to create or destroy
how fortunate we are
her faith is in that
which she finds beautiful
what praise could we offer
what humble prayer
could we whisper
to her heart
what thanks
could we give her
for everything...