At the very least it is a constant mist upon my aching heart.
Most days are stormy;
memories strike like lightening,
my heart cries with the depth of thunder.
Some days the pain in my heart is unbearable.
I yearn to hear your voice, see your smiling face
and feel the warmth of your hug.
Desperate yearnings trigger a flood of tears
that my hurting heart no longer can suppress . . .
a torrential rain of grief reigns over me;
sorrow threatens to drown my inconsolable spirit.
Then sometimes, yes sometimes, the sunshine of your love breaks through
and my heart smiles, sensing the warmth of your presence.
Precious and fleeting, those moments are a light in the darkness, a rainbow of hope.
I know that someday the sun will shine again, but for now . . .
I walk in a rain of grief.