Let my prayer enter into your presence;
incline your ear to my lamentation. Psalm 88:2
The sun rises on grief. A disjointed dance
navigates between a world of loss and a
world that is oblivious. Caverns of lament,
waiting to be negotiated, usurp familiar
landscapes. Mourning dawns with
its own beauty.
copyright © Anne E. Kitch 2014
Image credit: Anne E. Kitch
