Ming San Hah

beckoning

I

You took her like a shooting star

that left an ashen trail.

The dinning phone that bore

the news exploded in my brain.

I staggered

through those sterile corridors.

Mum.

I cannot see the shore.

The horizon recedes

from me. Albatross cries drift

across waves lapping my salt-seared

skin. Arms numb I clutch

the flotsam of my memories.

II

You have pledged to keep the deep sea

treasures of our hearts.

Then we may love with hearts

resting

in you, O God,

gentled by your peace.

Held by your faithfulness we tread

the path ahead wending

into the distance.

Butterfly-delicate, unseen flutters

on the periphery of seen—

and the chasm of death glowers

before eternity beckoning,

glowing from afar.