death is empty egg
hope’s promise of life deferred
only shell remains
grief is thick blind slug
vulnerable on mud path
unaware it’s stuck
I write these haiku one week after my father’s funeral.
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a poem in my pocket 
May 04, 2021 @ 11:13:52
I’m sorry for your loss. I’ve learned that death is yet another attachment that we must surrender in order to rise with Christ on Easter.
May 04, 2021 @ 12:07:39
Surrender…yes. Thank you for your helpful comment.
May 04, 2021 @ 14:39:08
You’re welcome. Didn’t mean to give advice just empathizing and offering help.
May 04, 2021 @ 16:39:30
I appreciated your comment!
May 01, 2021 @ 14:27:41
death’s chrysalis
darkens; yet our Hope says soon
butterfly flies
May 01, 2021 @ 14:49:52
Beautiful, David…Christ is our Hope indeed.