Is grief fear?

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

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