This is one of my favourite poems of all time. I love its simplicity. If you have never lost anyone close to you, it might be difficult to understand that initial, terrifying moment when you learn of your loss. You want the world in its entirety to come to an immediate, absolute, eternal stand still in recognition of your loss.

This poem is dedicated to an amazing friend (who is clearly averse to crying or dramatics of any sort! *insert huge e-hug*) in commemoration of a loss she suffered today. God is with you, He sees. Nothing surprises God, He will comfort you. Remember, the tears we shed for those we love are always worthy, we never need to justify them.

God dey.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and, with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin. Let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message: “He is dead!”
Put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves.
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can come to any good.

W.H. Auden