Suspends the Tears

(for Elaine and Sharon at the death of their Grandmother)

This purpling-grey

mountain holler

suspends the tears

the chill night sky

could find no way

to shed. The tears

she held as memory

of you.

This holler will

bloom in crocus.

These rising foothills

of greening life weep

in an endless knowing

that she has slipped

on by - gone.

Lost, the gentle

touch of tenderness

and grace.  A lily in

this valley of life and

its constant everyday

living.

This good earth

has been opened

endlessly for our

gathering of minerals

and warmth.  It is

this day that we return

a gem that shines both

here as always in

the far and beyond.

Look kindly into

the Mystery for us;

look deeply into the Light.

We turn to speak

but find you gone;

we lean to listen

but you’ve gone home.

For, Osie,

O, dear Osie,

for a while

we will lose our way.

Our weary feet will

firm with passing;

our sorrowed hearts

will fill.

This purpling-grey

mountain holler suspends

the tears the chill night

sky could find no way

to shed. The tears she held

as memory of you.

This holler will

bloom in crocus.

These hearts will

bloom in you.

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