It comes when least expected.


Grief becomes part of ones soul.
An integument that wraps itself
Around your laughter and carries it
deep into the forests of humanity,
And echoes with such resonance
that those in need shall hear.

It brings an instant trust to a child,
Brings a knowing smile to the aged.
Gives call to those followers in search of a torchbearer.
Gives faith to the lonely searching for their lovers.
Causes strangers to say thank you
And can humble the rich.

Grief is the skin of the soul.
Calloused hands, tender lips.
Grief completes your very being.

Nov 2016