I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cementum a mountain at night The mountaintop is not in sight Because there is no mountaintop Poor Sisyphus grief did not know I would struggle Through a ragged underbrush Without an upward path... Look closely, and you will see Almost everyone carrying bags Of cement on their shoulders That’s why it takes courage To get out of bed in the morning And climb into the day.

Gabriel: A Poem