Michael, May 2021

Sometimes the further away we are

from grief

the more it can seep in

As we long for lost relationships

A grieving

of the living

When there’s such strong

opposition

in perspectives

or world views

When one witnesses

the pain of another

And yet there’s nothing

we can do

Despite the fact

that both come from

the roots

of the same tree

Sometimes the only hope

for connection to return

Is to set it free

And hold in thought

and intention

the wish that it may heal

And despite the distance from one’s brother

That love

is what he’ll feel