Alone, no matter who is near
As the losses mount..
to many losses
The sanctuaries I have had, seem
lost now, I can find no solace
No peace
I search for a solitary moment
Of quiet, to calm my soul
To uplift my spirit
And find, dry desolate ground
Where the grass once grew
Darkness is not a thing, but
An absence of it ..
As death is not a thing, but
The absence of it..
I cry out in my pain, driven
at times to my knees by it
Comfored by the only One
who truly understands
Even as it
Continues.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe