My father died some time this morning.
Death is a welcome yet uninvited guest
She bides the time of her own choosing.
A surrender, a sigh, a severing -
a whispering into eternity
to begin again with someday newborn cry.
Embracing the fullness of emptiness
releasing the emptiness of fullness
the soul waits
surrendering into life.
My vigilant grief keeps sentinel
its own memories awake.