I have walked the silent paths of grief Sunless, dreary, cold and all alone. I have slept on beds of winter leaves. I feel that death’s a cruel, mysterious thief. Although my heart weeps , and my joy has gone, I have never felt I was deceived. I have learned that human life is brief. I have learned by sorrow we’re undone. I have sifted earth and what’s beneath. I have felt my dark emotions seethe While I’m cruelly mocked by glaring sun. I have learned the geography of grief. I wait in patience for my life to ease. Will I know when my Last Supper’s come? Will my tale be written on a leaf? Unconsoled grief can make us dumb Into our hearts, we drag the ice that numbs I have walked the silent paths of grief I have made my bed on winter leaves Published by Katherine