Grief
like the ebb of tides -
through highs and lows,
springs and neaps.
Hurry me not
my Grief.
Wisdom whispers -
beware, the drowning thief.
Take one humbly at a time,
of the hundred disquieting days -
and in silence embrace
the presence of His Grace.
(9 March 2015)
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