It’s good to look outside

The grieving one who never looks outside.

Suffers like a prisoner in a cell Yet they have 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 may 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 joys mixed with the loss we’ve had.

In the sea of grief, we’ll swim not drown,

And cast away lead weights which pull us down.

Crushed my mind

Drowning in the seas of grief again

A sudden fever crushed my anxious mind

Can I learn to float, to bear the pain?

How come the world is bad, am I to blame?

Now my friends are cruel who were once kind

Drowning in the sea of grief again

She who injured me cannot be named.

Nothing seems to help but passing time.

Can I learn to float amidst the pain?

I must be perfect so I can’t complain.

Nothing seems to help but nursery rhymes

Drowning in the sea of grief again.

Is there not a God to grief contain

Now I know why faces old are lined

Who knows how to float through seas of pain?

I thought I had seen much but I am blind

The scholars mind lacks common sense to bind

Drowning in the sea of grief again

Teach me how to float through all this pain