“Blessed are they that mourn . . . “
Blessed am I,
for I mourn
I mourn the sense of separation.
I shall be comforted
for I shall be brought
back home.
The line of mourning
points me to my love.
My love, within me
is what holds me in connection,
Makes me one
in a bright tie
that never can be severed.
No lie
can remove me
from its truth.
Blessed am I
for I shall be comforted
before the sun goes down
upon my day.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 4, 2013