I answer the phone and
their memories spill out of the ether.
Its not enough to grieve but to remember together
what she was like or
what he said or
how forgiveness is as hard as the long dark night.
It has all changed us at a molecular level,
all those things we did,
How did we know to place our hands to that work,
how did we summon the courage to lift
and carry that weight-
the burden was great but not unwelcomed.
We rose each morning and put our hearts to the test-
until, weeping with the stars,
we lay just for a moment before we were called
again and again and again.
Love sustains and
will exceeds what we know and that which we cannot comprehend.
Those things that we were called to do changed our DNA
until suffering is no longer feared
and death seems somehow diminished
in the light of a gray autumn afternoon.