In shadowed face of grief

Masked, concealed from view

The sharp recall of what might have been

Lost, in blackened shroud

A cloud,

Through which faith can’t be seen

Each day bestows

A battle, a myriad of emotion

Stare into the abyss, the pit of despair

The smile wears thin

So I begin

My self-supporting prayer

My very core sends out

A signal, a message to my mind

Stop! Don’t think! You can’t afford to dwell

Dig deep  inside –

Until you find

That small reserve, your mission bell

Unclench the fist

Regain the calm, the poise

Breathe deep and lift your head

Compose your mind

Unwind

Radiate serenity instead.

Panic not, mes amis, a friend’s father just died and I was wondering how I could impart my own method of dealing with grief, which has served me so well.