I have been acquainted well with grief
I have wept at home and wept abroad.
I have lost my loved ones to this thief.
I have known grief spread like rivers wide
I ‘ve been hurt by painful ,wracked tears
I have felt the absence of my God.
I’ve known grief for more than sixty years
My father and his brother were the first
I have met no being who’s been spared.
Yet we have no permission here to weep
I long for ritual like a writer needs a pen
I long to dream of them while I’m asleep.
Like a fox hides in a hole or den
I would like to hide when days begin
Uncontained by his love again
As a tree mourns for each little leaf
As God mourns for Adam’s holy sin
I have been acquainted with harsh grief
I have seen each ghost and I believe.