Some Losses Seem to Augur Endless Night
Music: The Brink of the White Rock.
|Some losses seem to augur endless night,|
Years and years of darkness unrelieved.
Mourning knows no morning, nor does pain,
Peeling like a bell through windswept rain,
As those who grieve have cause to be aggrieved.
Take comfort, then, in hand-held candlelight,
However dim or distantly perceived,
Yet shining with what hope might hope regain.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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