There is a time to speak
and a time to be silent
It doesn’t say who gets to do which
You must walk with grief in your own way
Life goes on – oblivious, a garish carnival
in the night, northern lights blaze
with the audacity of a motivational speaker
A moment of silence is never enough
It’s a rare blessing to hear healing words
Perhaps from one, rarely do two speak them
these are the most difficult words to find
even by those who care the most
The mind is like a crash on the Tour de France
The tongue, stupidly frozen to the flag pole
A gorilla fist clenches mid-torso and twists
say something, say nothing – wrong both ways
There are no right words for this
It is a time to mourn
for a time, then there is a time
to find those who help us live.
Joyce (Harback) Rempel
October 1, 2012
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