Precious
one, my heart’s delight,
I
helped you choose your clothes,
Fed
you, packed your lunch, zipped your coat,
And
sent you on your way.
How
far from me your way would take you
I
couldn’t know.
Dear
heart, sweet face, soft hair, wide eyes,
Never
in my arms again.
Last
night the hours crawled. How can I
Endure
the years to come?
Bright
laugh, young voice
Gone
quiet now,
And
all that’s left, a stillness bearing down
Like
Atlas’s sky.
[for the rest of us]
Not
enough, the grief I feel.
Insufficient
are my tears.
My
sympathy is impotent,
Here
where I sit, secure and safe,
Relieved
that theirs was not my lot
While
I muddle through my day’s work.
I
am horrified for them,
But
my feelings are inadequate.
These
are my offerings:
Prayer
that God be found at hand.
Gifts
to causes that do good.
Support
for justice, and for peace.
Pouring
my heart in the words I write
So
hope and dreams remain.
Above
all, patience with my own,
So
my actions teach and testify
Anger
is best met in loving ways.
©
2012, Julie Berry
Thank you, Julie.
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