Life Is Beautiful, My Child

Life Is Beautiful, My Child
Life is beautiful, my child,
Though many things go wrong,
And you may hear much sadness in
Its strange and lovely song.
Though friends and loved ones die, my child,
They're never really gone.
Nor more nor less than yesterday,
In you they will live on.
They will live on in you, my child,
As everything you see,
Though it must vanish, will remain
Alive in memory.
Alive in what you think and feel
And dream and say and do,
For all who ever were still are
Upon this earth in you.
Make a Little Time for Public Mourning
Make a little time for public mourning,
Easing the harsh pangs of hidden grief.
Maybe ritual tears will bring relief,
Offering a role for one's dark calling.
Remember the utility of sharing,
Inviting cloistered hearts to come outdoors
And dance with us along our barren shores,
Lost within the music of our longing.
Death requires our collaboration
As we render due commemoration,
Yielding sorrow to the common cause.
Matthew
Matthew is gone and will never be back.
Although we all loved him, we'll see him no more.
The beauty of life leads to anguish at death,
The fear and the hunger the price of each breath,
Held like a gift that has loss at its core.
Each day without Matthew renews what we lack,
Winds from the sea that make grief sing and soar.
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