This aching house
Tripped up my mood today
Without warning.
The celebration of a life well lived
Has now ebbed away,
Leaving shadows
And yawning empty spaces.
And what of time?
Will it heal?
Yes,
But in expected ways.
The days will pass,
But it is not time alone that does the work.
We’ll try speaking to the shadows
And filling those empty spaces,
Not with your figure,
But with new things.
Time gives us the space
To practice living in a new way
In a new world.
