BE STILL AND MOURN

BE STILL AND MOURN


Allow my sorrow, grief, and agony
to blossom to their fullest bloom,
then, ripened, stay
until God shall call them
back to earth
to transform and decay.

The future is His providence, not mine.

I shall neither eat your broth,
nor be comforted
by strict rules of upright pride,
decorum's sensibilites,
or social graces.
Leave me to wail alone
as long as need remains.

God alone shall be my guardian.

My heart and groin
demand no consolation.
The choice was mine.
He craved debilitating danger,
and I was intrigued.
I accept my accountabilities.
His death has come as disappointment to me,

But there is not one shred of disbelief.





(Second Edit, with special
thanks to Dan Sturn)