When a day that has always marked his life…
Beckons to remind me only of his death.
When the hole in my heart…
Threatens to swallow me whole.
I grab a firm hold of my grief, before my grief grabs hold of me…
And, determine to do what I’ve always done on this day.
Because in surrendering the sorrow of his absence…
I celebrate the sanctity of His presence…
And, somehow…
Someway…
It is I who receives a gift.
for those who weep 