Mournful

From the depths of her soul
Came an agonizing cry.
It permeated the earth.
It reached to the sky.
It was a cry for solace,
A cry for relief,
For she was enveloped
In a spirit of grief.
Tears gushed from her eyes
As a waterfall
And rushed down her face
As if to wash away all
That did engulf her; yet this river of tears
Told a story most clear,
Of the pain and the suffering
Brought by the loss of one dear.
Those who were close to her,
Her neighbors and friends,
Were moved with compassion,
Wanting her suffering to end.
They came to her in droves;
Each bearing a gift.
Some brought her food, some -
A word of cheer as a lift.
While some just sat still,
Silently and near
To lend her a shoulder
Or a listening ear.
Some busied their hands
Doing her household chores.
Some gathered together
And prayed to God even more.
From her tear-soaked handkerchief,
She lifted her head.
She saw what others were doing.
She heard what they said.
Then she knew the truth
Of all she had read:
That those who did mourn
Would rise from their bed
Of sorrow, finding comfort
From all their distress
And soon realize
They were truly - blessed.