Song of Sorrow and of Joy

She cried and as her tears rained down,
Song rose within her heart.
For as her pain was hers to bear,
It was, by far, the lesser part.

But who am I to forgo fate,
That bends and twists us in its wake.
Great sadness gives its way to light,
That rushes in to fill its place.

And for the pain of sadness borne,
On tearstained cheeks of palest rose,
Is victory most surely won,
Within the joyous heart and soul.

And blessed is she, who understands,
The nature of this gift of heaven.
To those who deepest mourning know,
Is happiness unmeasured given.


-Stacey Rittel-
-2008-