An undated fragment from a notebook written following the unexpected death of brother in law Eddie Colvill on St Luke's Day, but given the date of All Souls Day.
How can I write my
tears?
Where can I set them
down
and gaze at the
wonder
of love that gave
them birth?
There is only aching
restless misery in
endless moments of
loss
transfixed by the
void here
between the fullness
of the past
and a future yet to
be revealed
whatever it may
contain,
good or ill.
All certainty is
gone
Seemingly helpless
faced only with
the perennial
struggle
to conquer fear
to be found by peace
in the eternal
present.
JKK 02/11/2015
