A Time to Weep
 
Pain can chisel out a course
In the bedrock of your soul
And leave small pebbles of remorse
To slide without control.

There is a time to weep in pain,
And time to be caressed,
Providence will shine a flame
To light each ebb and crest.

Two are better than one- it’s said-
And I have found this truth,
Woven through with golden thread
From moments of my youth.

There is a reason we are here
Within these walls of time,
There is a reason for each tear
Whether yours or mine.

Through the days we learn to share
Each joy, each tear of sorrow,
To have a friend to love, to care
Brightens our tomorrows…

Sharon Frye