Those Who Mourn
Blessed are the ones who mourn such sorrow
Who wail and sob and cry themselves to sleep
Aching through the night into tomorrow
Their pillows sopping every tear they weep
When all our hope is gone and love is lost
Lying on the ground, good life in tatters
In loving much, the losing was the cost
We give it up, nothing even matters
Comfort comes to those who mourn in anguish
Come near and put your arm around each soul
Lifted up, not left alone to languish
Each tear is held, collected in your bowl
For those who mourn, such comfort may belong
A mournful tune with hope will be the song
Sarah Pickering
You can find more poems by Sarah on her substack: https://substack.com/@acrylicsandink