I sit on the front steps
and feel grief in the dry wind
Coyotes howling
sing my heart's song
locked in long

Remnants of rain drip off the roof
the rhythm of my fear
that life is cold and meaningless
and friends all disappear

Cold night air
washes sweet
over life unfair
I look out at
Woods covered in mist
and know Christ
covers grief with His quilt
tear-stained cheeks and doubt
of a still night
in the blanket of his tears

and I am comforted.