Grief’s the longing of the soul, <br />For what might have been <br />Pain the lasting mark, <br />Of lost joy’s sweetest beam, <br />Only after joy that’s pure, <br />Can one experience wound <br />Only Christ’s sweet commune with God, <br />Gave the cross it’s hue <br />Nothing salves the greatest ache <br />Except we wait its end <br />When you both before him hand in hand <br />At his throne will bend<br /><br />Clive McDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grief-encountered/
