She sidles up as if
she were an old friend,
but we know better;
know that through her wiles
old friends will die.
Not necessarily people,
mind you, but customs,
places, and so much
comfort from familiarity.
If it were not for the loss,
and the twisting grief
that losing causes -
grief that surprises us
by its cunning deception -
we might could stomach
her forward summons.
Where can we find an anchor
that holds but will not drown;
a tether that secures
but will not entangle?
Lord, have mercy!
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| Photo by Lee Lindsey McKinney |
© 2014 Todd Jenkins
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