And Light Shall Prevail

And so she lay there, beautiful and bright

And dying slowly before my stricken eyes.

I could not see the accompanying light,

Or through my tears the soul's necessities

Accepting the calm deliverance of death.

Yet others saw what love in me denied,

The wasting of the flesh, the laboured breath;

I only knew the passing of the bride.

"This cancer is a special thing", my friend,

Musing on her days she said to me,

"I have seen a transformation near the end

God refound and immortality".

And this I know, that she remains my wife,

For those who truly love death cannot part,

Though I bear ill the losing of her life

I bow to the divine within my heart,

And though I stumble, fall, and often fail

The grace upholds and light shall prevail.