I fell among the thorns of grief Shaken and torn as the falling leaf Is torn and buffeted and blown Upon the fields, and I was thrown
To drown in rivers of despair. I could no longer touch her hair Or feel the warmth that once I knew And in my heart the sickness grew.
Day and night were one to me Blinded by the intensity Of pain that manacled my soul, I heard death's bell within me toll.
I could not keep the tears from eyes That once saw unfold destinies Of transformation by a light Descended in our mortal plight.
The garden of my sadness grew Flowers of diviner hue, Wave on wave of loveliness Intensified my barrenness.
The harbingers of early spring
Chanted of love upon the wing And all the earth in fullness cried, "Awake, O soul, she has not died
But only changed her outward dress. Even now she comes to bless This world of love, do not despair, The dwelling place for God prepare."
Poems Undated (1727)
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