Soft fall the tears

Whisper soft the rain that fell,
careless winds are stilled this morn.
Gone the stealthy shadows lost,
the night has passed the day is born.

Stirring is the dream of being,
deep within the mourners breast.
Sorrowed eyes, no light, unseeing,
hands are clasped, within, unrest.

Rosary beads, the broken dreams,
prayers unheard, by him, unknown.
No compassion, no forgiveness,
no hope from him who bears the crown.

Soft fall the tears within the chapel,
half stifled sobs, her haunting cries.
His life has passed and her's is empty,
no questions answered, no replies.

Susan P. Bagley
Deeply touching Laurie, as your words always are. Such mastery of feeling. I so admire.

MoonBee
The Title Grabs You ... And Oh, The Pathos of This Poem ... The Grief of Hurt and Hoplessness, is wound up in Acusations and Quandry. (Which Always Accompanies Death of Loved Ones) The Poem Also Has Such Fluidity ... You Have A Penchant For Capturing An Emotion-Ocean ... MoonBee

Fay Slimm
You have a gift for narrative Laurie and this is a hauntingly tender poem with a last line of summary which could tell another story all be itself. First rate verse.

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
How absolutely beautiful...I have experienced this sorrow, writing a thousand poems to ease the pain... Yours, really is a lovely heart rendering poem. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing

 

valerie jones
what beautiful words, I am enjoying your verses, and hope to learn more for myself by reading.