No-one ever told me grief was fear
Or did they speak but I refused to hear?
Like cancer, blindness, suicide and hate
The words describe the folk of foreign states.
Vigilant and wary as we weep
We feel the loss of God and then our sleep
The world no longer has a solid floor
The foot is hesitant, the head is more.
The rudeness of old friends can hurt like knives
They rush to tell you, you are no-one’s wife.
Though we know we must meet God alone
The status of our soul is overthrown.
And yet we see new visions and new ways
Lying with the worms,as beetles gaze