Grief poem

Grief, the eve of pain

For whom?

For you, for I,

For he, for she.

Like ice on the wind,

Biting and cutting

Even at the

Slightest brush

Of a whisp of wind,

A memory.

Of times,

New and old,

Of he or she

Who is slipping

From the earth.

In Christ,

An end to pain,

To suffering.