There is a Joy Akin to Grief...

 This surfer made me smile as he sailed past the sun; such a metaphor of life:)

There is a joy akin to grief

A bittersweet sensation

Of being held within life’s brief

Endorsement of elation

Before its mercies dim the eye

In plaintive murmurs of good-bye

How swift the flight from morn to night

How still the subtle flowing

Of moments molding season-flight

Beneath Time’s mute bestowing

Before we bend to kiss the sod

Where we commit all life to God

There is a peace within the pain

Of love’s mysterious yearning

For we will never tread again

This path of no returning

We place love’s tireless test of care

Within the whisper of a prayer

© Janet Martin

We were greeted with many green beans when we returned home:) I'm steaming/canning them late at night because the hydro is cheaper. Bonus: it's nice and quiet to read and write...