On Grief

Behold this moment, for soon it’s gone
This very minute, even though forlorn.

Someday your heart to this will return,
Forgetting isn’t penance, soon you will learn.

Have heart, hold steadfast, bold and true.
Go forth in faith to where this breath takes you.

Stay grounded, plant yourself firm and strong.
Yet pay tribute to this, far too soon it’s gone.