Each to each

When a loved one dies the world changes,

The death of a spouse,

Siblings,

Friends,

It does not matter,

The texture of the world wobbles,

Holes appear showing haunting memories,

Of laughter in days gone by,

Wrongs done not dealt with,

The loving moments as well,

In vivid color presenting themselves in moments unexpected,

Always surprised at their intensity

No matter the number of years passed.

Grief by some dealt with in small doses,

Others in large mouthfuls, filled with salty tears,

Loud cries and lamentations.

Each to each,

No right way to mourn,

Time tables do not exist,

Some never get over some deaths,

Others seem to forget over time,

Yet for the soul time does not exist.

We carry our sorrows deep,

Often hidden from ourselves,

Perhaps the bleeding never stops,

We each die in stages,

Wearing out at last longing for rest,

In the end many are ready to enter the dark doorway.

Some leave hardened,

Others formed in love,

To each commended to a merciful and loving God,

Who understands our journey and pain,

Also our joys and love, sprinkled with sorrows,

Yes all our understood by the infinite

Even if we understand neither ourselves, or others,

Hence do not judge,

We see the surface only.