Payment of Spare Intent

Grief came as you went away, an unwelcome replacement; I became joy's castaway, every day a long lament. A sweeping shadow held sway-- sealed, a vault of black cement; no where to go, run away; it would follow where I went. Would I wish you back today to relive your discontent? I would rather hold grief's bouquet, drink in the fermented scent. Heaven's benefit outweighs for you a long life-torment; you were freed, you flew away; I choose to grant my consent. Looking at my grief this way, I learned to be content: there are two sides to dismay, a payment of spare intent. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, July 9, 2014