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