Do not grieve
Anything you lose
Comes back to you
In another form
I lost a friend last year
This distressed me greatly
I was angry with Sky Daddy
And isolated myself
Until the day that I saw a train
Pass through a railway station
My recently deceased friend
Was sitting quietly in carriage six
And smiled at me over his newspaper
I sat down on a nearby bench
And wept the bitter tears
That only librarians can weep
Rumi