Grief Is Fear

No-one ever told me grief was fear Or did they speak but I refused to hear? Like cancer, blindness, suicide and hate The words describe the folk of foreign states. Vigilant and wary as we weep We feel the loss of God and then our sleep The world no longer has a solid floor The foot is hesitant, the head is more. The rudeness of old friends can hurt like knives They rush to tell you, you are no-one’s wife. Though we know we must meet God alone The status of our soul is overthrown. And yet we see new visions and new ways Lying with the worms , as beetles gaze