Losing a Son- a poem for fennelseed
Losing a Son
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
The depths of despair have no limitations,
and drive us to ends beyond vision.
Sometimes life affords us the excruciating emotion,
but not the understanding of it.
Our grief is overwhelming, ever-present,
but there is purpose in all events,
however pointless they may appear.
Death is but a part of life, a transformation not loss.
Our grieving is for us alone,
our ineptitude, our misunderstanding of the ebb and flow of existence,
the purpose of a souls journey,
and the experience required to complete a cycle of life, our lesson.
The only importance lies with the love shared,
not the time afforded; it is inconsequential.
Love like despair has no limitations,
but unlike despair has no end.
Our loved ones are with us forever,
if not here beyond this mortal life,
the connection of love never tiring,
forever welling in our hearts.
Grieve not for loss,
but celebrate finding such perfect love,
a connection that can never be broken,
never be lost from the heart.