This poem came from a place of deep reflection and personal loss. My wife passed away last year after a battle with cancer, and in the quiet moments since, I’ve found myself returning to words as a way to process grief and memory. Though this poem may not align with the themes of Tarot, it holds meaning for me — and I share it here in her honor.

‘Tis a dark night

‘Tis a dark night.
Sun has fallen, moon not risen.
Not a star shines
in the depth of this night.

Save for one, off in the distance –
it emits its light.

Like a beacon to the traveler,
its warmth does comfort;
Like the love from your heart,
it fires my soul.

You are this light, its strength,
its might:
You are the love
from within this light.

But the sun shall rise
to extinguish this night,
Leaving but a memory
of this love and this light.

I stand at a loss,
for I know ’tis an end.
And yet,
tomorrow –
the darkest night all over again.

Grief is a journey with no map. If you’ve walked a similar path, I hope this poem offers a moment of connection.