This little poem was written in the midst of mourning. My family has just endured / is enduring a tragedy, and different friends are also enduring different difficult times. This blog isn’t a diary; I am not going to give (too many) details. But it would be strange to begin posting what are manifestly…downcast, perhaps…pieces with no or little comment. And it would be strange for me to write or share otherwise than such for the time being.
Some minimal details may become necessary if I should share some of the other verses I have written over the past few days, verses which necessarily reveal what it is we suffered. But I will leave such things for then, and stay here for now:
Faith, I need your sight today.
Come and play, come back – come back!
Play where sun his happy ray
should away have burned the wrack
clouding native sight.