When sorrow comes,
the wise woman said,
let go of the pain,
let go of the guilt,
know that you did
all that you could,
that all is
as it should be,
because it cant be
otherwise,
and then the pain
in your heart
will be replaced by
"a light shining with love."
I am holding my heart
in gentle hands,
trying to rub off
the raw places,
polishing that
shine into
the domicile where you live.
I will carry it
to the river
where we
always walked
together.
I will weep along
the path strewn
with autumn leaves,
this first autumn
without you
by my side.
I will ask
the golden sun
to teach me
how to find
that shine.
