Mourning Thoughts
Mourning Thoughts in the quiet dust of yellow light I blink and open and inhale a familiar somber dread lays over me like the scruffy and heavy blankets at grandma’s house tears of last night stick to my chest like tape and string ready as a gift to unwrap or to put away in that musty closet I know the easier answer this is no exciting opening nor is it a surprise this present moment unraveling a nostalgic wound thank you past thank you future how thoughtful I move to get up anyway my hands hold this weight trembling fingers lift it to my Father He knows how to take care of it for me I face toward the window light the morning birds sing a new rejoicing my ears are connected to my soul connecting to my lips a song that I receive I open thank you Father