From despair, we rise to be renewed

The grieving one who never looks outside
Suffers like a prisoner in a cell
Yet they have some freedom to decide
To grieve, yet view our holy world as well.

To turn the eyes back to the lost and dead.
Is what we all may do  in painful  times
But to this natural world, we must be wed;
And under suffering, draw a heavy line.

From despair, we rise to be renewed;
To see our friends and make our hearts feel glad.
And  look behind  us with a gentler view
See the joy and love and signs of kindness had.

In the sea of grief, we’ll swim not drown,
And cast away  lead weights which pull us down.