Up There and Down Here
An original poem by Pennelope Rinn
Up there the sun is shining
Down here the skies are swollen and grey
Up there joyful tears overflow bringing rain to my broken heart below
Up there drums are beating and there is great rejoicing
Down here there is keening and empty sighing
Up there dancing begins but we only hear thunder rumbling
Up there is a party, a celebration, a return
Down here is a void, a vacancy, an absence.
Up there are greetings of our newly departed loved one
Up there the Angels are singing
Down here we are wailing
That’s how it is up there, and down here, since our beloved Brigid passed away