” Keep knocking and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there . ” ~ Rumi
A Weary Soul
Thou standeth at my grave to cry
When I needed you , Did you ever try?
Thou standeth at my grave to wail
Did you mollify when I was pale?
Thou standeth at my grave to yell
Did you hold my hand whenever I fell?
Thou standeth at my grave to whine
Did you see when for you I did pine?
Thou standeth at my grave to weep
Did your promises you ever keep?
Thou standeth at my grave to moan
Did you hug me when I felt forlorn?
Thou standeth hither . I know not why?
Is something left for you to try?
You made my life a living hell
And now thou standeth here to yell?
A whacked , withered , weary soul ~ here I lie !
Do whatever because my soul won’t die
Before my soul to heaven proceeds
I request you sir – Please Recede !