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I lost my love behind the trees
that shade eternity
lost between the stones that
mark her grave
will this be where
my happiness is found?

hidden behind the cast shadows
of each and every tomb
is another marker of a love that
was lost, misplaced in the growing weeds
that suffocate all hope
of a reunion

When Howard McBeth’s wife passed away suddenly and unexpectedly in 2018, he was overwhelmed with grief and looking for ways to convey it. Painting was his first choice of expression, but he held writing close to his heart and began seeking answers from God. Words flooded his mind, flowing in rhythm, ballads, and short stanzas that put his grief into words, into questions. What is beyond our sight after death claims the one we love? No one knows. We have only our faith that tomorrow will bring another day of mud and rain, sunshine and rainbows.