Grief, catlike inward burrows,
Circles in some lonely spot,
Settles drearily to purr,
Content to rest upon my lot.
I shall not live with grief,
Nor grief hold me, for long,
For life is made for living,
And the living must move on.
The quickest route through grieving
I'm thinking I have found:
Accept the gift of thanking
Those who've circled me around.
Friends who share my sorrow
Don't force, "Seek brighter days."
They know perhaps tomorrow,
I'll raise my paean of praise.
For memories of loved ones,
Who showed me how to live,
For work and funds and sustenance,
Abundances for me to give.
For those who live around me
Host sadnesses, I know;
Because I've lived my miseries,
Others won’t suffer theirs alone.
For faith, for hope, for love abide
While this chest holdeth breath
To spark full joyful fire inside
And route the griefs of death.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
Grief, catlike inward burrows,
Circles in some lonely spot,
Settles drearily to purr,
Content to rest upon my lot.
I shall not live with grief,
Nor grief hold me, for long,
For life is made for living,
And the living must move on.
The quickest route through grieving
I'm thinking I have found:
Accept the gift of thanking
Those who've circled me around.
Friends who share my sorrow
Don't force, "Seek brighter days."
They know perhaps tomorrow,
I'll raise my paean of praise.
For memories of loved ones,
Who showed me how to live,
For work and funds and sustenance,
Abundances for me to give.
For those who live around me
Host sadnesses, I know;
Because I've lived my miseries,
Others won’t suffer theirs alone.
For faith, for hope, for love abide
While this chest holdeth breath
To spark full joyful fire inside
And route the griefs of death.
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