I cannot begin this picture,

Brushes rest beside my easel.

The day began quiet then strayed.

This tempest of past storms,

So intimate and piercing.

I cannot comprehend,

Where lies the treason.

His soul must be dark and pungent,

Aura black and hollow.

Escape from death,

Has charged his greed.

My prayers are for you this evening,

As the day slips into night.

A candle has been lit,

To show you the way.

My heart is spacious with extremity,

I saw the last of hurt and fear.

Your shadow is empty,

I shall not cross it.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“Grief and greed are as inextricably entwined as love and marriage should be”…Ann Kent