|By Rachel Hughes|
|In memory of Luke James David Hofmeister July 1, 1993 – November 25, 1993|
|Sorrow is like a scorched and desolate land,
barren and dry, built on sinking sands.
Sorrow is like a river ran dry.
Like a barren sea, under a stormy sky.
Sorrow is like a tree in the east wind
like a lonely meadow when dawn sweeps in.
Sorrow is more than an unhappy sigh.
Sorrow is near when a loved one dies.
Sorrow is cold and full of tears.
Sorrow makes true your darkest fears.
Sorrow will never make you glad.
Sorrow’s gift is to make you sad.