Suffering

The grieving man who never looks outside

Suffers like a prisoner in a cell

Yet he has some freedom to decide

To grieve yet view our holy world as well.

To turn the eyes back to the lost and dead.

Is what we all must do in painful times

But to this natural world, we must be wed

And under suffering draw a heavy line

From despair, we rise to be renewed;

To see our friends and make our hearts feel glad.

And look behind us with a gentler view

See the joy and love and all the kindness had.

In the sea of grief, we swim not drow

We cast away the weights which pull us down.