A Song Of Sorrow & Joy

for Skye

Ah, sweet suffering, the ache of hope.
      A rope-bound Jesus singing –
The end of a summer fishing trip
      on the Galilean shore.
To this wooden autumn:
      brown stained with red.
Then the emptiness of winter –
      and yet, so white with a silent light.
Into a spring equinox –
      bringing fire to cool roots.