The Loss of a Presence

Though I didn’t see her every day
Or even think about her but occasionally
The loss of her presence sneaks up on me
In the hours I never expected

Somewhere, someone else is mourning her
And will until she is gone too
The cycle continually flows, rarely ebbing
Until the day of redemption

When all the promises foretold
Everything we faithfully hoped for
Comes to fruition and victory is here
Hearts are mended, presences reunited

Until then, sorrow will unexpectedly pierce
And what can I do
But call the comforter
And receive His merciful relief