Grace

When those we loved are gone into the dark, From where we come and so will also end; Then mournful we await a living spark To light the fire within and sorrow mend. Reality is not absorbed whole; Though we have seen, we cannot yet believe. And pain torments our jagged heart and soul Until in time the grace comes to receive. We must believe that we can bear this load, Even when we fall and lie forlorn. Help may come or pain may be a goad. Love may come from those we used to scorn. To willingly accept may seem too hard,too grim. Yet when we do ,the spirit grows withi