Coming back to earth is very hard
When a loved one’s gone, the heart feels charred
You took them to the gate but had to leave
And now you know at last you are bereaved
Why get better, what is there left now?
The Holy One has vanished,gone somehow
Should there not be sentries of the heart
To pull one back before it is too late
Maybe cruelty’s kinder to those left
To punish us when we feel we’re bereft
Is there noone else when God has gone
Taking in his arms your most loved one?
The form may be grammatical and right
Yet what it says is nonsense in daylight
How my heart sings 