Wednesday, April 17, 2013

endings and beginnings

unexpected pear
A perfect spring day: sunshine, warmth, trees about to burst into bloom.
Sure knowledge haunts the edges of each thought: 
three sets of parents, 
three families, 
three widening circles of friends, 
mourn the death of a child, from Monday's bombing.
 Prayers encompass them, but cannot measure grief.

Loss, birth. Pointless violence, promise of spring.
"There is a feeling that wants to be expressed," my 95-year-old student said yesterday. "If I had another 30 years, I might be able to express it."

1 comment:

Susan Gurry said...


I wonder if S. knew the younger boy? My daughters did not know either one.