A Mourning Journey

The dark knell of the wind chime,

Sounding in the dark,

On this morning’s journey,

Forward I embark.


How best described the way I feel,

What comes from deep inside,

The churning chaos, anguish, Love,

I often try to hide.


The spongy ground beneath my feet,

Nowhere to run or hide,

Feelings allowed, no respite found,

I entreat Inside.


The endings come, the lessons learned,

Bitter grief renewed,

Tears be shed, continuing climb,

Till Light once more shone through.