Where Grief Still Lingers

I wept before the sun rose up,

I mourned for those I’d lost.

There is a toll for every life,

But this is too much cost.

I wept before the colored dawn

Could draw me from my bed,

The tears soaked deep into the sheets

That lay beneath my head.

But, with the first light of the day,

That tinged the distant east,

I rose to greet the rising sun

And found my tears had ceased.

The mists burned clear beneath its warmth,

The tears dried from my cheek.

I watched as peace rose with the mists;

And peace is what I seek.

So I will step out in the day,

To greet the rising son,

And know that, while it’s not complete,

My healing has begun.