You may grieve on this darkest of days.
You may weep tears of demulcent dew
And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways
Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme,
Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays.
Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain,
Far from the sunshine high summer once brought.
Forlorn in the torture of sadness and pain
Where lightness and brightness have now disappeared,
Bereft in the wilderness ~ alone once again.
Below the clouds drifting blackened and lost
The soul becomes naked, banished and ******,
Mere thoughts become worthless, tumbled and tossed,
And all is now nought in a world void of care,
The price you must pay now ~ the grief is the cost.
And though in the ending, when all has been said,
Nil desperandum, as faith shall go on.
And then all the reading has rudely been read,
And all the misleading has surmounted instead,
Yet when all the bleeding has bravely been bled,
Don't grieve for too long or you'll waken the dead.
