A Letter to the Weeping Ash

When the storm whirls on
And the river swirls along;
The sun set at noon
And all that glitters fade soon
All seems at loss
but not all is wrong.

Five  broken cords,
Your heart may hurt to the  bottom
But my very words
Your soul shall soothe  like balsam.

When your heart in pieces was shattered
I was there the pieces to gather
Now the last straw your back is broken
Here shall I be your anguish to soften.

For many a time
You my treat to aid declined
Yes I’ll leave
But not while you bleed.

As my shoulder,
The weight of your sorrow it bears
My fingers,
Away shall wipe your tears.

It may take a Nile
To drown a grain of grief
But in a glass of wine
Even the world may sink;
For healing may come behind years, yes;
It may take time to heal
The wounds of war
But a little sleep
Can wrap the world behind walls
And time may fly without cares.

I praise me not the comforter per se
For if I go to the farther
I may delay
But my comfort with you to the latter
Let peace with you do stay.