No-one ever told me grief was fear
Or did they speak but I refused to hear?
Like cancer, blindness, suicide and hat
e 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