I miss my friend and student

I was thinking about her today. She has suffered a great loss and is grieving. This piece is a small prayer for her.

The Sun was a salve on the soul of the Son.
The sister cried when the brother was gone.
With tearful eyes, raised to bask in the Sun;
Trembling, she dried her tears and stood in His light.

Now uplifted by His grace she gently places his memory next to her heart where her mother resides, together within the warmth of her soul.

Then, with the knowledge that in the light and warmth of the Sun she is not alone

She writes.

Reviews

[Doreen]

This has underlying tones of sadness while being comforting and encouraging. A very nice write. Nice.