deeper than my loss

Deeper than my Loss

Deeper than my loss, your love
Revealing a different landscape,
Softens my grieving.

Stronger than pain, your promise,
Rooted in God, unchanging,
Eases my dying.

Houses, half remembered, rise in the mist,
Their darkened windows, catching the sun, are golden,
Nothing is lost

written by Pen Baily (Chris's mother)
from 'A Rebel in Love', 1965

© the Estate of Penelope Evans