Hope In This Our Time Of Loss
We share a breath of all things dark in this our time of loss,
With sadness spent, with silence,
Still,
As we are left alone to work the soil of our unrest.
The laughter of their day, the beauty of their night.
Fill, fold the world with love in honour of their life.
. . .
A short poem to honour those whose warmth will never more find light.
Also available at 100 Artworks where art and music are presented together with a variation of this poem.
www.100Artworks.Today
