Ariel Passing Poem by Bill Grace

The blue eyes known so long but seldom seen
Are dimmed before their time by gray hair's aura.
As a chasm looms before us
That even full years fail to anticipate
The true burden is my sister's faithfulness
I play at grief she knows too well.

But better this twilight for me
That tells of night approaching
Than a life switched off of light
With God like savagery tearing the most inward parts.

Death surely coming to claim
As coffee is sipped in Hope's Way
Black words struck to white paper
And snow in chiffon cascades
Rise off Cricket's rainbow Lake.