The Ever-borning World

© Jay Harden

She is no longer
At the table,
And now I eat alone:
Her wit, a memory;
Her wisdom,
My comforting companion.
How is it that
Beauty leaves
And construction stays,
Another work in progress?
Heaven still hovers
Over me,
Twinkling and blessing.
Somehow, she
Has become part of me.
Somehow, I
Always knew
This life did not
Escape by grace unaffected.
In my way,
I carry on
Her hopes and mine,
Watching our children
Gather the glimpses
They need
And build more simple sanity
To softly fuel
The ever-borning world
That brought us here
And will take us
Together there.


July 10, 2008
Nashville, Tennessee