Abide

Hush now.
The time is near for all your crying.
Stand proud
for one more hour,
your quiet company is required
for one more journey.
Mother Earth
has opened her brown belly
to nurture him
for new beginnings


Weep now.
Wake the dead with all your wailing.
Sister Fates
have torn your soul apart.
The world is emptied
but you must stay,
among the faded grey
which once was colour,
the shallow sighs
where laughter used to be

Look now.
You see his smile and you are smiling.
Father Time
has brushed away the years.
Your tears are spent,
the sweet is married to the bitter.
The sword no longer twists
at just the thought of him
and memories are edged
with green and gold.

PJ Murphy poetry