The soul with grief and love is weighted down
And does not know directions nor the time.
Winter sky of darkness wears a frown.
The soul alone is waiting as I rhyme.
To escape our grieving would be wrong.
To drown ourselves in liquor is a waste
But now I hear a subterranean song.
The offerings of the Lord I surely taste.
The music wells up slowly and rings out
I sing as sweetly as my chords allow.
The riches of the mall are of no clout.
The angels gather round me gently now.
Grieving is not evil nor corrupt
Grieving can our hollow lives disrupt
How my heart sings 
If the lives are hollow (mayhaps it is just me)….grieving might bring value in order to tabulate itself as a disruption???? Good work, I like your style.
That’s beautiful.xxx
Thank you so much.Nice to have your visit.I was reading you yesterday.:)
Hugs! ❤