Sorrow has its season,
not as master, but as shadow,
a reminder of emptiness
and the song that fills it

Sorrow brings us
down through the wet passage
of echoes, dark shiny walls
and the sound of dripping

We will know how deep we are
as sorrow plumbs us.
We’ll come out richer
on the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2019