Sometimes I cry

because my loved ones died.

Sometimes I laugh

and I don't know why.

Where is that one who will know as I do

what we all went through?

Or do I remain alone, for all time

to smuggle grief through?

Because it can never happen again.

that my loved ones live,

where their vanishing spirits ran,

and no mercy lingers to give.

No.

I said "No."

and I cried.

"No."

Live.

And Jesus,

you are alive.