Peace - The Final Stage of Grief

When Isaac went inside himself
Once things with dad were fixed,
Became the seer of some renown
Results outside were mixed.
For sight within is blind without,
And sight without can't see;
We have our sightly quota, and
It's much the same with grief.

Regardless of the way we're wired
Our loss and grief affect
The way we interact with things
From shock till we accept.
So much adjustment deep within
Preoccupies are thought,
It's hard to pay attention to
The products we have bought.

So focused we on inner world
It soon becomes our space;
Attention to demands within
Cuts us from human race.
Two years it's been since diagnosed
When life ground to a halt,
While messy world outside myself
In-sight the net result.

And now as fight with UCC
Resolves itself once more,
My energy returns to me
And I look out the door
Of inner sanctum of myself
To what is going on
In outer world around me now
My grief has turned to song

Lord, thank you for your healing touch
Resolving out that mess
With UCC in ways wherewith
We've both been deeply blessed.
I hold no grudge with those folks now
As understand I do,
But leave it all here at your feet,
Get on with work for you.

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