After great pain there is a quietness to the soul After restless striving, a hint of inner peace After relationship stretched to its breaking, a sense of sorrow and loneliness in the night. The sounds of the city are heard The moon gently lights the garden And memories of loved ones fill the heart. One loved one lost Another in great pain (like me). Where is there comfort for the sorrow? Where is there water for the desert? When will the fragments be whole And ending reunited with birth?