Look upon this

Look upon this

It is the face and shape and form

Of my loneliness

Look upon this 

It is the shape and form and face

Of my keening anguish

Look upon this

It is the form and face and shape

Of my desolate loss

Know this

As you look upon this

It is the face and shape and form

Of many moments 

That did not rain softly upon me

That did not alight as blessings 

That did not pass lightly from my life

But it is not

It has never been

The face and shape and form

Of my consenting

Silence