Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
A tear became
A wondrous diamond sparkling in the light —
A beautiful sight.
Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
I said, ‘The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine.’
Just then, like wine,
God’s sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden —
My sorrow’s guerdon.
i like how simple it looks yet how profound you made it out to be. the rhythm is precise, and the lines carefully chosen to bring out the feelings you intended to evoke. nice poem. i liked it very much. very poignant.