When Our Mourning Comes
Thomas Merton Brightman
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When mourning comes…

Till then
Is
Suddenly
Ever since

In the scramble to label our loss
We shape a ladle
Dipping into
Space of no name

We wish
To connect again
To savor...
Back then

When
Ever since
Was...
Where others went

Till now
When
Our
Mourning comes...