A Better Place

 

In memory of MZ Ribalow

 

There is no hope for anyone; we all

   Will bend the knee to this low world’s great king

Whose harsh but gentle voice will one day call

   Our lives out of the songs our bodies sing—

A song that has such supple harmony

   That when one voice is silenced, we can hear

The loss in every note—hear bitterly

   How all is doubtful that was once so clear

And how your death untuned the world forever.

   And we can mourn this emptiness, or pray

For understanding; we can vow to never

   Forgive the God who took you, or just say

      “You’re in a better place.”  But that’s not true.

      The only better place was here with you.

 

Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells