Naught for your comfort

Words echoing
lost,
lost,
lost
they ring
Why did you leave
and all
become
but hollow darkness
empty
of all meaning?

Touch once warm
and tender
caressing, comforting
now fades from
all but memory.
That voice
that thrilled
is stilled
and pain is become
my bitter story.

What, sir?
How come?
You trespass
on my grief!
Are you the one
who has spirited him away?
Where lies my love
My hearts relief?
Speak through my tears
my souls ache
and say...

...my name
spoken soft
reaching through the veil
embracing
raising
sadness toward gladness
in totality of
meaning
beyond
my painéd
beings
comprehending:
resurrection.