Heavy burden

It seems impossible for the marigolds to be blooming, the breeze breezing, and the geese beginning their exodus here in the sun-suckered metropolis while such grief soaks the gulf coast and its people. Even those who don't pray might send some compassionate vibes down south in sympathy for the heavy burden of others, especially the burdens of the poor, who always bear more than they deserve.

In solidarity, the Dickinsonian oracle offers this:

We pray - to Heaven -
We prate - of Heaven -
Relate - when Neighbors die -
At what o'clock to Heaven - they fled -
Who saw them - Wherefore fly?

Is Heaven a Place - a Sky - a Tree?
Location's narrow way is for Ourselves -
Unto the Dead
There's no Geography -

But State - Endowal - Focus -
Where - Omnipresence - fly?
(E. Dickinson, 476)