Poets of grief multiply
in the killing fields,
transcribing bitter fruit.
Who am I to speak of ancient earth,
life beyond the terrible sadness?
Perhaps they know and need only
to feel the morning air,
the sound of rustling leaves.
I find a bird who’ll take a message
over the walls and wire.
I write what I know –
God is with you, suffering
and tie it beneath fragile wings
to lift upon an unseen wind.
Reading of “Poets of Grief” with music by Ed Sheeran.