Weep Show

When weeping won’t wane,

And a whine turns to wail,

When pouring one’s heart plain

Transforms to travail,

A strange sort of break may

Occur in the soul –

The floodgates of faith, they

Do one over-bowl.

Vast mountains of misery

Move just a smidge;

Forgiveness calms waters

Gone under the bridge.

‘Tis then that one’s weeping,

No mere sorrow show,

May move on to reaping

To best what we sow.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “water under the bridge”

Writer’s Workshop: “break”

NaPoWriMo

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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