Death Poems For
The Grieving Heart
Book and CD

New Hills

Now you are going
As you came,
Slipping down the misted path,
Footsteps fading,
Crumbling stones quiet.

Still in our mind's eye we see you.
Your climb up the hillside,
Brave, headstrong, dashing,
And now your descending again
Into the uncharted canyons of your being,
Eyes conveying bewilderment, hurt,
Body thrashing refusal.
Still, faithful to your longings
You linger only to leave,
Wanting to go,
Knowing you are gone.

We listen,
Catch in throat,
Sensing your leap over the barriers
We hear your whoop of joy
At finding new hills ahead.










Copyright © 1994 by Doris N. Sutton