This is Hope

For Donal Walsh.

Death is darkness,
And for some

It is new life.

But what fragilities is it

That cause this to be a wonder,
Or a thought?
For some the darkness
Ceases to exist and becomes a burning new light.
And for those who know,
It is something we do not.

And we wonder,

Where are we going? What are we doing?
Is it all for nothing?
Questions fill
us to the brim with answers that are hidden
and we will never know.

And I ask you,
what light is it that causes you
to believe in the unknown?
Is it fear? Or is it hope?
Either or

Will be broken.

And yet I hope you find
a slow-fading peace,
that will be your salvation.

The End

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