This poem just really helped me through the day yesterday. I've been posting poetry on my other blog so I thought I'd give it a break and share it with you guys!
Sorrow
by: Aubrey De Vere (1814 -1902)
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,
God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou
With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;
And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave;
Then lay before him all thou hast; allow
No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,
Or mar thy hospitality; no wave
Of mortal tumult to obliterate
The soul's marmored calmness: Grief should be,
Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;
Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;
Strong to consume small troubles; to commend
Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.
"Grief should be like joy...confirming, cleansing, raising, making free" that's my favorite part. Sorrows allow us to show our love to our Savior; it raises us up to Him. It frees us from the luxuries and vanity of this world and teaches us to live for what really matters.
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