What is it, when we mourn and grieve and cry <br />for those we loved - and love - now passed away, <br />that gives our pain such brute totality? <br /> <br />so vital, that we almost love that pain <br />(our faces sometimes radiant in grief) , <br />unwilling to let go pain's absolute, <br />since there, hides knowledge deeper than belief <br />of that sole absolute itself, the root <br />of all our being, oneness that we share <br />with those with whom we sought our selves to prove? <br /> <br />that pain, which barely differs from a prayer <br />to know - by suffering deepest hurt of love: <br />Yes! Let us dive into that holy deep <br />of total grief and love: then, can self weep? <br /> <br />(2001)<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0012-bereavement/
