My condolences on your bereavement. I hope you're doing ok and that that vile trespass on your grief can be erased completely from your mind.
Be well:
"On The Day Of Decay ..."
Who shut the gates of the walled city?
Who ran out into the dark woods?
What winged shapes flew above the valley?
And when the mountains and the sky were one,
and made of rain and mist, what star
came down and nudged the greenery into day?
Who wove the golden sheaves
into the sign of the cross?
Who pierced and bled the berries?
Who milked the rocks? Who divined
the waterfall and sunk the well?
Who cranked the wheel of the mill
that propelled the waters into light?
Who prayed at the end of seed
and gathered up the bulbs of flesh?
Who paid a ransom to the sun?
and when the work was done,
and the funeral shroud was flung
over the four provinces of the year,
who buried promise and sprinkled ash
above your grave? Who arrived late
to the wake and uttered the word
that stirred the surface of the mist?
Whose shadows trailed across the heights
and clove the mountains from the sky?
A lone horse galloped away in a field,
and the drum-beat of his hoof-falls
stirred your bones where they lay.
