the ocean breeze breathes through
the march to death
the ground, sandy and shifting, beneath the knees
o, sweet earth!
Free, at last.
in the Name of Love
Rachel weeping bitterly
refuses comfort
my brother who loved and laughed and lived
is lost
a sword piercing my soul, also
“he is free!”
no bridge spans the chasm of grief
the emptiness that consumes
my God, my God…
died too, once
Jesus wept at a tomb
no stranger to grief
Comforter, comfort me
defeater of death, bridge the chasm
breathe life, set me free