We all know someone touched by death's solemn sadness, their lives forever altered...
It wraps a sort of sacred mantle about the heart for what we dare not take for granted; each other!
I visited with such a mother yesterday, and we talked of other families who are mourning as well.
Sacred mantle ’round the heart
Who can tell the morrow
Who can know that solemn start
To love’s anguished sorrow?
Who can know, amidst the rush
Of love’s common giving
Who will be the next of us
To pass beyond the living?
Sacred mantle ‘round the heart
Keens a kinder gladness
For each face and place and part
Not yet rent with sadness
© Janet Martin
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