Teri

22 Sep 2000

I heard angels lament
songs as piercing as life
for the passing of your joy
sweet sister mine.


Anguished and bruised
those voices fell
thunder and clouds
to mirror your agony.


Light, then, as whisper fine
they swept onward
silent prayer and care-filled vigil
for a heart steeped in goodness
yet harmed by this life.


Can you hear their lilt straining
yearning to soar with exaltation 
for the finding of joy
love for itself?


The breathless sound
mourns your heart
and weeps with voiceless pain
for your acerbic misery.


Do you hear them calling you
gentle woman
drawing you from the depths
and longing to find you
safe amongst their clouds?


Godspeed, dear sister
in finding your voice
once again.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo