Elegy for a Sunday Morning
Enough I say of dying
Enough I say of death
Too many names for counting
Too many times bereft
Enough I say of grieving
Enough I say of loss
Too many faces fading
Too many memories tossed
Enough I say of missing
Enough I say of tears
Too many deaths are coming
Too many ends are near
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Yes! too many ends are near!
I felt this in my bones. Love the rhythm. Maybe if enough of us recite this chant.
Whoa, Louise! This one resonates so deeply, it’s still echoing in my ears.