surmises on grief... how it feels... the disorientation... the reconstruction of who you are... the places you find solace...
I’m the reed by the lough shore
That suddenly swishes and sways
The deep fibres ripped from root
And all that I know gives way.
Culture shock silently creeping
I’m trying to track where’s next
It’s not that I don’t understand
But I cannot cue the context.
I know your mouth is moving
And I am here, I’m listening
It’s not that I cannot hear you
It’s the relevance that I’m missing
Being still to know that God is God
Working out, who now I am
Surmising where this wouldn't sting
Crazy dreams of lions and lambs
Melancholy melodies salve a soul
Piano strings of redemption ring
That beautiful piece of heartache
As Karin like an angel sings
Be gentle on yourself, my soul
Walk the valley right on through
Stretch your hand in the loving direction
To the hand reaching out for you.