I must believe that even in the pain of loss

so deeply felt, there yet exists the Possibility of joy,

born of the understanding heart of him who is so dear to me.

Love is the power to renew that bond;

to make whole again what I, in human frailty,

with no intent, have broken.

I can only wait until the Universe has moved

and worked in its own time and sequence.

I never knew before today

how loud

the sound

of waiting



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