Grief to Myth


.
only in myth is death an illusion
but there’s beauty in hope
and hope in myth
and myth in true profusion

………………….. *

When they came to the tomb’s stone
it was set aside as if the occupant they’d loved
had gone to breakfast with friends
leaving a folded sheet for them
and some linen strips, or not,
and a young man or angel or two
who said, Your hope’s still in the world,
go find it
……………… s
o their sadness left

their grief became hope
hope became myth as word spread
on myth’s wings with
 hope’s breath
behind it

.

Jim Culleny
Easter, 2016

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