The Other Side

When grief unseats my soul within the world,

adrift and shining, searching for a home,

I lift my face to night’s sky of star-pearled

signs, crying out I am never alone.

Love’s bond is the bridge to the other side.

It always finds me in my time of need.

And holds my heart, arriving like the tide,

where pools sublime bathe gaping wounds that bleed.

The end is not the end and soon we’ll see

how longing is the river that holds fast

and flows forth from your side to bind to me

and to the God who bears our lives to last.