A Grizzly Death
 
Its grizzly death wasn’t shocking after all.

Anyone with 20/20 vision should have seen

it coming.  I did. 

All the glaring warning signs were present.

Anyone with a passing interest should have

known.  I feared.

Like a runaway train in an old time

movie.  I couldn’t stem the tide

or stop the inevitable.  I tried.

In the process it ripped out my heart.

Seeing the final death rattle of the

languishing corpse.  I wept.

Perhaps its death will cause a new

beginning. A season of renewed growth

and a blue print for the future.  I hope.

Meanwhile, I stand by with guarded

anticipation.  Aching in my soul for

a bright new tomorrow.   I pray. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole