Sorrows |
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. |