Pang (cont.)

PANG (cont.) There Where rules need And rude hunger Storms of grief Lightnings and thunders The inability to undo fact No thought, no invocation Not an act Nothing can change These words of dread ‘He is dead'

He is dead * Now he is a widow’s sorrow Missing the children’s tomorrow How a parent Buries a child Grief as if Uniquely styled Bury him, then But surely know It is but the body Not the legacy of our hero * Because, he said Offering bread My beautiful story Led me to the glory And an enlightened understanding of my faith And what it of me was demanding Also what moves me in my quiet hour The purposeful calling Of a higher power * They came to look Who was mistook They came to stare Mutely frozen with fright As with a shepherd Suddenly called to rest Or a leader amongst Clutching a constricted chest Come see for themselves What they refuse to comprehend This loss A loss that feels like an end * Ever a student of life’s why And the urge to offer a reply Ever looking to upgrade the moment Brightening the heart’s dull lament Uplift the fallen, the vulnerable Feeding and healing indivisible And reaching past the handcuffs’ clasp Also the condemned and the miserable * A people need loving A people too need care People need to know they matter For no other reason than they are there A people need leading Reminded, prodded and needling When imperfection as perception star The key is to remember who you are * He spoke not legacy Or reputation or his due Only what could be achieved With sincere follow-through He fed -and fed, thousands And more Those forgotten and neglected Where the suspected Failed reality detected And what no-one could deny It seemed what he was born for * This loss, so huge It would reply confuse And as the grieving wept And prayed on that peopled street The blessed thought went round That laced the sad with sweet While we sorrow here on the ground He’d already in heaven joy found SP