Grief Too Great To Bear

Shattered is the vase that held my dreams,

The blossom struck before it could disclose

Its full and fragrant offering of soul

More perfect than the lily and the rose.

She worshipped with a quiet dignity

God who lived within her searching breast,

The Mother's child who guided all her days

And in whose arms finds now her peace and rest.

I shall one day transport to those domains

In adoration's poise deeper than death,

Longer than the birth of distant stars

Nor speak that any lurking shibboleth

Escape my tongue in presence of Her smile.

In silence I shall kneel, all joy refound

For which this life was lived, its quest begun –

To hear again Her voice, to touch the ground

Whereon She placed the petals of Her feet,

Remembering that grief too great to bear

Is want of adequate humility.

In Her there is no sorrow, no despair.