If I Could...

These hours are filled with pain for so many people that I love. Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you. I hope you find this poem the comfort it is meant to be.

Sorrows come and sorrows go,
But it’s we who reap the crops they sow.

The leaving does not look behind,
For the mourning it would always find.

But we remain, the mood of black,
For the soul that will not be coming back.

We bow our heads and start to pray,
The price of lonely, our tears to pay.

But, to be one away and watch you fall,
Is my tragic climb up a crimson wall.

I would bear this for you, if I could,
But in misfortune there is promised good.

The horizon glows if you dare to look,
Because God does not live in a Holy book.

He is in the moon’s burning light,
A comfort though this darkest night.

This gift is given when your hope is lost,
It is given freely and without cost.

For you are supported by a sacred host,
The Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost.

- Alexandria Englander-Tuttle