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“A grief observed” [ After C S Lewis]

There is a grief observed

I see sadness everywhere;

But in the little children

Joy runs in eternal rivulets

Up and down their faces

and in their flailing hands.

A trumpet calls us all

to slow down quietly

and be still,

Silence our racing minds,

Still our fidgeting hands,

Close our darting eyes.

In this rivulet of grey skies,

A shadow runs beneath

And carries us in its gentle tidal swell

to azure blue hope filled skies

momentarily knowing

all will be well,

all will be well.

all,

will be well.