There’s comfort in knowing,
things come and they go
The wind brings a newness,
whether lilac or snow
There’s joy in all laughter,
freely accrued
Music in words,
spoken only by you
A place to be born,
a moment to die
An ending beginning,
last chance to decide
That question unasked,
its answer unclaimed
Both orphans of joy
… no adopted refrain
To sing from the rafters,
an unfinished hymn
That angel before you,
the angel within
Death’s only proffer
…remembrance to lose
As the seasons recouple
—your world again new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)