Words to a Mourner
At the bottom of the stair Is a stair That has no bottom. You must walk there. At the height of a day Is an hour That disappears You must stay there. Beyond what-might-have-been Is a hope That blossoms like breath You must test it. After the tottering and fall Is a knowledge That spares no little life. You must respect it. from Good Trembling by permission from Baron Wormser Former Poet Laureatet of Maine |  |