the design is a riddle. the pain is
treacherous.
a soul departs, family watches,
death never seems fair.
the battle of the soul, the angst
of the gut, so close,
if to replace bodies, if to wish it
into existence—the body of the son, the heart of the daughter, tears become
eternity.
how to let go? how to give it to
surrendering? so much love,
so great the pain, not much glory
involved, trying to
determine depression, and how it works
with God’s plan.
quick sailing, healing, coming in
in droves, spatial, electric,
setting souls to soar, to fly, to
regather.
