I Do Not Wish to Undermine Your Sorrow

A poem about the wisdom of limiting periods of grief: I do not wish to undermine your sorrow Or blunt the healing power of your pain, But there will be another day tomorrow, And you will, yes, be happy once again. Grief is music, sad but full of beauty, Song of love that ought not last too long. If it lasts, it turns into self-pity, Which does both mourned and mourner grievous wrong. Grief is just a shaft of mourning sunlight. It’s not all-consuming like the night. Soon the clouds will burn away, and one light Of love will shine, ubiquitous and bright. Love is one, beyond all joy and grief. Love is the tree, and each beloved a leaf. © by Nicholas Gordon To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/idono8.html. For more poems about death, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html .