OUT OF THE VALLEY
There is a place he with the pain of loss must go
To be free to really live again and to grow.
The valley of the shadows of grief lies
Between the broken-hearted and new sunrises.
The slow cortege surely fills with dread
Him who carries his beautiful dreams, now dead.
As he drags the hearse forward, he earnestly prays
For a miracle of resurrection along the way.
In his heart he knows the old life is gone
And the futility of his hanging on.
So he gathers his courage and moves ahead,
Seeing only dimly through tears he sheds.
Burying the memories and plans so dear
Cuts so deeply and fills him with such fear.
Will letting go really his bitterness cleanse?
Dare he ever trust or try loving again?
Stricken with despair in heart and soul,
He inters the past as the mournful bell tolls
Blindly he reaches out into the now empty air,
To find nurturing friends and God waiting there.
A new road he must travel but never alone.
One day at a time he moves toward home.
New beginnings he sees through the veil torn
And knows only by dying to the past his future is born.
©2012 Alice Grimes