Grief .........

......hangs in the air like dark storm clouds gathering, far and yet near.
It rumbles down the valley of our mind, gushing and gulfing us and, we grieve.

And, it passes, as the light rain fades, as the sun steps out of the shadow, and we turn towards the sun, to light, to life.

I penned the following lines below, thinking of my Dad, and if you have lost someone I'd like to share this with you.