Grief to Myth


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Only in myth is death an illusion,
but there’s beauty in hope
and hope in myth
and myth in true profusion
………………….. —Angelica Di Speranza

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, as some say, a young man or an angel or two
who said, Your hope’s still in the world,
go find it  so their sadness left,
their grief became hope,
hope turned to myth as word spread
on myth’s wings
with love’s wind behind it
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Jim Culleny
Easter, 2016