One day the weeping will cease
and your body,
so tired from heaving sobs,
will release itself
and rest will finally come to your bones
You will close your eyes and smile,
and the air will be sweet
and the blue sky will dance upon your skin
while shafts of sunlight flicker down on you
And you will forget this gravelly grief,
you will be able to lay aside down your mourning
as lightly as a silk nightgown
floating away in the breeze
And happiness will enter you again,
coming through the holes of your wounds,
permeating your marrow with joy,
with love,
with peace and stillness
and all will be well,
and even the black dog of depression
will lay at your feet, obedient to you
on that day.