Song of Sorrow

Kevin Michael Bloor

As silent as a sapphire star
the sinking sun expires,
while lonely lunar light from far
tranquility inspires.

The boundless, breathless ocean deep
laps lazily the shore.
Its salt sea spray and waves all weep
till death shall be no more.

Till death, no more, shall snarl and sneer
when our immortal king
will reign, and wipe away each tear,
while sorrow it will sing.

And sorrow it will always sing.
Its scars will always bear.
Like our immortal, coming king,
whose wounds he’ll always wear!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 4th, 2022 02:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: "My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world." Oscar Wilde
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 17
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  • L. B. Mek

    thanks for sharing, dear Poet
    what a beautiful, dream you ink
    faith is such a powerful tool
    when utilised, for good
    its just so sad, that this same
    is oft
    a Weapon
    for entrenching, our differences..
    'selective salvation'
    what a warped, interpretation
    of reductively, feigned
    Christ - like, hollow idealism..
    just sad
    what a waste, of such impassioned hearts

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