sunrise, sunset

I have seen
the sun rise
and
I have seen
the sun set--
never aware
that somewhere,
in some part
of the world
I will
probably never see,
a man,
whom
I will
never meet
is wishing
for one more sunrise
with his son;
a mother,
one more sunset
with her daughter.

somewhere,
in another part
of the world
I will
most likely
never see,
Jesus is
still weeping.

yes,
for the loss of that son;
yes,
for the loss of that daughter, too;
yes, even,
for the grief
of the mother,
the grief
of the father;
but also
as much
for my
lack of awareness.

and now,
as another
sun sets,
I find myself
unable to look,
unable to see,
because now
I am
weeping.

© 2011 Joseph Powell