At Morn

[via Becca's World]

Your state and place will never change
no matter where life leads.
That fact remains, it will stay the same
often cause my heart to bleed

There will be joy on the path somewhere
people tell me all the time
but without you, it seems all these things
are bells without a chime.

for though this sorrow lasts for a night
true joy is to be found at morn
and somewhere growth and peace and light
are given to those who mourn.

[the full poem]