Stages

First we grieve for those that we have lost
whom we have loved and borne the heavy cost
The loss of that first anguish leaves us lone
We feel vast emptiness, and hearts like stone

Acute grief is like a jagged knife
Yet does not kill, leaves us still alive
The torment is too harsh we long for peace
Yet when it comes,it brings us no release

There is no way the dead can come back home
The widow wanders, hides, or wildly roams
Until the heart itself can take no more
And wonders what this little life is for

Desiring yet to live we take a step
Into the unknown land ,from out death’s trap
And memories of love shall gently fade
Until we fear no more the loss of faith

Yet we are cut off by frightened friends
A face can show us warmth, and not heart rend