Look Forward Life

Where now, the questing mind would know

Where, saith the heart, the awful blow

Reverberating still in the soul’s space,

No hopes, no dreams, lost is all trace

Of her love, her gentleness and care

That cradled our dreams in a fragrant air,

Her laughter that still through flowers blows

Her smile as perfect as the rose.

Look forward life, look not back

At how she met the great attack

Of cancer with a trusting will

That strengthened as the time grew ill

For hope that we might find a cure

Or gain a day by some detour

Around the dwelling-place of death.

I watched the slowing of her breath

And sang my mantras for her peace.

How could such beauty ever cease,

So great a light be quenched and fail

Her golden limbs to slowly pale

And I unable but to see

A fragment of the mystery

That from our suffering and pain

Through body’s loss the spirit’s gain.