At times there’s nothing you can do but wait —
wait near the one you love for death to come.
Your helplessness before the turns of fate
confounds you. It can’t be that this life is done!

Your endless prayers implored the God you hoped
would intervene.  And they seem useless now —
an exercise to help the helpless cope.
Perhaps. Who knows? But you’ll get through somehow.

The world with all its many joys and sorrows
seems disconnected to your world of pain.
Your focus is on NOW. They’re no tomorrows.
It doesn’t matter if there’s sun or rain.

In love’s contract (fine print) one reads: sadness
is a portion of one’s gratefulness.

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