Widow Watch

When the widow weeps,
there is no right or wrong way,
there is no designated time for
grief to run its jagged course.

There is not enough compassion
to ease the pain of loss
but only gentle touches
to assure that love goes on.

All of the years of living
solidify an intimacy unshared
which remains impervious
even in the singular breath.

When the widow weeps
her tears accumulate in sorrow’s pool,
tended by our Lord of mercy
who is severely acquainted with suffering’s blows.

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