Good Grief

Oh, thou that makes me weep,
reminding me always,
that I had a love,
so wonderful and deep.

Oh, gentle, tender heart,
which bears grief well;
it is in loving another,
the story you seem to tell.

Weep tears of joy,
while in grief despair,
for not all have a love,
nor the pain to bear.

Oh grief, good grief,
I will welcome thee;
thy pain, a sweet stabbing
of a loving memory.

Oh grief, good grief,
sit with me a while;
my love, my heart,
their face, their smile.

Oh grief, good grief,
I gladly carry the pain;
knowing pain will cease
whence we meet again.

Sorrow carries me to thee
on wings of silent tears;
subsiding, tucked away,
suppressed across the years.

Throughout my day,
hidden shall they be;
so for now, grief, good grief,
abide awhile with me.

Cleanse me thoroughly,
gathering all of my sorrow;
for the time comes when,
I’ll leave thee on the morrow.

Oh grief, good grief,
it may be hard to see;
there is something good,
that comes in tow with thee.

You offer up a cleansing,
a releasing of the pain;
yet, I must not lose myself
to thee, over and over again.

Sweet grief, I shall release you,
or ever shall I be,
stuck in a place of sorrow
and constant misery.

Thank you for your visit,
taking on my pain;
I release you for another,
farewell, til we meet again.

© Leslie C Dobson

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