Behind The Cloud

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.