Grief

Dear Dietrich,

The brightest light seams darkness. The greatest joy feels joyless.
My heart is broken. Bleeds.
In its innocence, it knows no other.

It wants to laugh and finds no jokes.

It wants to skip and finds no legs.

Juicy colours of All That Is have faded away.
Lifeless, it falls asleep.

Come back, Boundlessness of Values!
Come back, Love beyond any other!
Come back, or shall we never be whole again…

And has a dream: The Angel awakens and spreads its wings. And
Faith Is Reborn.

Angel Dietrich,
There are hundreds of hearts that feel like mine…

By Monika Maj, 2012