The grief that was a stone

The grief that was a stone inside my chest
Has melted into water,now my tears
That rain upon my face, that feel like death

Is human life a torment with its tests?
Must people walk with anguish down the years?
The grief pressed like a boulder, took my breath.

God did not evoke the  Storm that passed
His still small voice  may whisper in the ear
The rain runs down my face, now wrath once love

I rage against the fever,give me rest
The little whisper tells me, do not fear
The grief stood like a boulder on my chest

The Dove flies on the current of God’s breath
My shrouded eyes are wet, how is Love dear
That rains upon my face, that  causes hurt?

From the cliff top I saw  rolling seas
I shall not go again,my mind is clear
The blocked grief,  hard as marble  in my chest
Has turned to tears, yet still I feel  your death