I hope this helps others.  I wrote it a few days after my wife died.  I hope you can be restored by this.  Also, read my blog entry about God's guarantee about going to heaven. 

To the Rare and Radiant Maiden.

We can do nothing to persuade the sun

To reverse his course in this wintry sky.

We can't make downward the direction of up

We can't make what’s Gospel a meaningless lie.

We can't change the course of a fierce, mighty wind.

Atone a mean man who has stumbled and sinned.

We can't make a frown, the Cheshire Cat’s grin.

No.  All we can do is to heave a grand sigh.

We can see the side of the coin that was tossed.

We can take grasp of the line we have crossed.

We can surely mourn for the loves we have lost

And give to my lover a solemn good-bye.

And let her sweet echo still our sad cry.

We can let her sweet echo heal our sad cry.

Carl Dobbs Ministries