What to do when the very season of
spring and new beginning is strewn with
Cancer’s ravenous appetite takes vibrant women in the middle of their lives;
teens perish in school and on the street;
innocents breathe their last in a poisonous gas.
How do we catch breath
when that thin veil is ripped open
and we know that we are dust?
What is beloved in this frail world
is like the white lily:
gleaming and fragrant.
We cannot stop decay but we can love.
Let the beauty stun you into silence.
Breathe in rain-sweetened mist
and dance until your knees wobble.
In the midst of grief,
perhaps laughter will spill out
and gratitude will sing through us.
©️Laurie Lynn Newman