Mourning Time

I need the blessing

for those that mourn.

I mourn for something nameless

that cries in you

but won’t explain itself

I mourn for the chasm,

for the absent bridge,

I mourn for anything

I might have done or failed to do

to close the gap or span it,

I mourn the self-fulfillment

of a persistent dread

This healing is not

something I can do by sleight of thought.

This healing requires something ancient, timeless‚

the truth about you and me

that existed

before the world was framed,

the love that asserts itself,

flooding out the lie of pain.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 16, 2015