How can I reconcile the two? 

Happiness and the urge to grieve.

One is a dream at last come true.

One is horrible to believe,

By both I was filled with treasure,

From both I derived a pure bliss.

Meeting one has brought me pleasure.

Losing one has brought me distress.

We are left with the world we have

With blessings and pain still around.

How can this be, what is the salve,

Why should we not have joy abound?

One journey took me to a place

Of adoration and of love,

But all at once I had to face

The end of a dawning sweet dove.

I hate the loss of innocence,

That life and death are both sung.

Nature does not always make sense,

It's often the good that die young.

So I will praise my fated life

And live with the losses I face,

Knowing that I will see some strife

But also living with great grace.