We don’t know

When the pain of grief and rage abate
We grieve again,more conscious of our state
The sharpness of the anguish was a cloak
That made the world of others seem remote

Now like a shadow come back from the dark
We feel what we have missed, the vital spark
We see a broader view, we see we’re small
And little seems of interest,nothing calls

We wander on through mud and sharp thorned briar
Scarcely hearing wild birds in their choir
Giving up the one we lost, we seek,
An open heart, remembrance and peace

Thus layer by layer we grieve and we don’t know
Is there a fine ending to this Show?