Sonnet 2: buried wonder

This hollow heart is heavy with water

Memories of her swimming in the void

Her book left half finished by the author

I dream fondly of holy days enjoyed

Sometimes surrendering to my sorrow

Sometimes seen dancing to my strong heartbeat

Though I have been cheated by tomorrow

I find my defiance in true defeat

Now soldered tight to my favourite few

Drawing new air into lungs who waited

Looking to Jesus just like she would do

Finding hope where I have been deflated

Now my wonder is just buried deeper

Always asking why we could not keep her

Even in laughter the heart may ache, and the end of joy may be grief - Proverbs 14:13