Grief - Monday November 10, 2008

The falling rain of yesterday is ruby on the roses,

Silver on the poplar leaf, and gold on willow stem;
The grif that fell just yesterday is silence that encloses
God's greatest gifts of grace, and time will never trouble them.

The falling rain of yesterday makes all the hillsides glisten,
Coral on the laurel and beryl on the grass;
The grief that fell just yesterday has taught the soul to listen
For whispers of eternity in all the winds that pass.

O faint of heart, storm-beaten, this rain will shine tomorrow,
Flame within the columbine and jewels on the thorn,
Heaven in the forget-me-not; through sorrow now is sorrow,
Yet sorrow will be beauty in the magic of the morn.

~Katherine Lee Bates

Posted 11/10/2008 at 10:22 AM