The Joy in Sorrow
A mourning walk — Raven’s breath, heir’s frozen tears.
Time halts, living loss, the loss that lives — the emptiness ever weeping.
Though quiet mercies tend:
Cloth to teary skin before salt tracks fall, cheeks bowed to sullen chin.
A Mother’s ear — a low soft voice settles the trembling heart.
A friend’s embrace, heartbeats near, breath entwines in chill.
Steam rising from a bowl, spicy scents, hands passing warmth on clanking plates.
Laughter, while tears are wiped, sudden and unstoppable — the room exhales, the ache forgot its place.
Paws ticking against the floor, wagging tongues and tails, comfort in fur & flesh.
Hope flickers —
a burdened light, dark thinner than before.
Sorrows burn now faint, edges fade —
lingers the heat from stone.
A morning walk — Father’s grief, air’s drying tears.
Living loss, the loss that lives…and lives…
Posted Feb 26, 2026, 2:03 PM UTC