there is a loss so unexplained

a void that lives in human frame

like running clocks never keeping time

racing,  pushing life to rhyme

we pick the husks from deadened ground

and mourn the wind’s sad hollow sound

while calloused hands grasp dusty earth

we claw and dig for a place of worth

the end, it feels, has come to rest

to torment life until the death

but sphere of light and clouds conceive

to rainbow colors, life re-breathed

our gasp can hardly speak our awe

as the sky is painted with His call

a call that quickens seed so deep

that changes all, even those who sleep