Bring up your dead
And see, then,
The light through the living –
All things fail, falter, wear
Next to the wholeness of the dead;
Begin another year, make love, and know
Under earth they smile, to see you so.
The Journal is a section where I post weekly poems responding to Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall trilogy. Here’s last week’s edition:
Well captures that feeling that you should live life fully because death is truly the end, and to imagine that your passed loved ones would also want you to—beautiful poem!