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Dark Sonnet, When Grief Is Too Great To Bear

I lie awake ponder the unfinished

I wrestle with these matters incomplete.

Of the life long ago that I had wished

Surrendered now, broken, tattered, replete

With reminders of that which is undone

That which should be rested, yet it just hangs

Unanswered, half thought, uncertain...the pangs

Of a life-unlived, paused by interruption

Am I missing something? What can't I see?

What, dear God, are these plans you promised me?

What is this hope? Why can't I see this future?

I know you have plans but are they for me?

Is what you have done enough on the Tree?

Even in my wonder, much to endure.

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