In Grief

In grief - - - - - May be summer at its best Brings blazing heat And parching thirst With passion most Even sweet notes falling flat And winter goes not slowest Summer and spring gone past Days cut down to shortest Flowers and songs are deficit Leafless and bare is life Looking desolate And autumn at its gravest Souls look cheerless and dullest Shivering like leaves To fall to bed brown for rest And loneliest they are Wandering up and down the streets Quite forgetful of path unlit And God sitting sublime and silent Watching you and your pangs of clime Those restless Shall be loaded with more plights And those at peace Like a saint Shall be asked to join the heaven And sit God beside Still I see hope In not giving up to grief By drinking the wine-divine Though God has His own thinking Whom to relieve and whom to grieve……