Heaven Cries

When my son lay dying (or possibly
already gone, his shell remaining for
good-byes and kisses) the day was
misty gray and raining, which made perfect
sense, the only thing that did. All of heaven
was, no doubt, preparing something of a party -
what a treat for them, to get someone like
him! - but still, the sky itself compassionately
thinking of his loved ones, rained down
great tears to join our own. Today it's raining
like it did back then and I am wondering.
Remembering the sadness that still waits
beneath the surface of our skin for
this or that to prick it, bringing everything
all back in trickle form (which happens
fairly often) or in torrent (after fourteen years,
not frequently). I'm wondering this afternoon
whose family Heaven grieves with,
whose passing it honors with its tears.



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014