Lost & Gained

What we lost cannot be measured.  

We lost hopes and expectations, dreams and visions.  

We lost a son.  

My son lost a brother.  

We, as a family, lost.  

I sit and wonder still, what if.  And it takes me into a nothing place.  I can't allow myself into that hollow place where the only answers are my own echoes.  

And so the table turns.  It turns from losing to gaining.  

We lost, but he gained. And what he gained?  Also, unmeasurable.  

For we do not grieve as those who have no hope.  We grieve, oh we grieve. But we remember hope.  

The rainbow does not take away the outcome of the storm, The rain, the wind, the lightening and thunder, they all still came.  

But then came the rainbow.  

So too with hope.  The pain, the sadness, the grief and sorrow, they all still came. But then came the hope.