A Sonnet For Owen Alun

©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



As water to a traveler on the sand
As unexpected sunlight in my cell
You are a shining candle in my hand
Against the doubtful dark you know too well.

A hand outstretched one who thought to drown
A pardon for the innocent on trial
You showed me I could lay my troubles down
To catch my breath and rest my mind a while.

And then you sat beside me, weary sore
And in your pack, I saw the stones you bear
I offered you, not less, but neither, more
Familiar, yet new-laden loads we share

Though neither woe has any lighter grown
No burden is the better borne alone.