Loss and Restitution

Companionless, a grief that none can share,

The sudden recognition of the vast

Alone in which my spirit now is cast,

No map to guide my solitary course

And heavy hangs the night in sorrow's air.

Useless reason has no power here

All argument is stifled by a pain

That surfaces and then subsides again

In moments when I open to the Force

And understand that She whom I revere

Holds past and future in Her careful hands,

No tragedy we face has not foreseen,

Allowed, and reckons not what might have been

But moves us ever closer to the day

Of God revealed who thwarts our well-laid plans

That soul rise up within this breathing frame

And man the hidden Godhead manifest.

Through the heart's grief and loss still are we blessed,

Death and birth, all here is His play,

God found within our purpose and our aim.