Sorrow

There is deep groaning in the earth.


Drawn from the ground in the mists of dawn,
  
distilled in the air, dripping in the water,
  
coming with us from our day of birth
  
until we are grown, and it settles in our bones.


There is deep groaning in the earth,
  
by death alone can be made mirth.



[dedicated to the Christians who died in the Charleston Massacre, 17 June 2015]