Cast the moment singular,
dash the days to dust,
fling the weeks asunder;
hurl the years at last.

Cast the grief eternal,
pitch the pain to night,
sling the tears infernal;
toss the heart aside.

Cast the Self in darkness,
throw the Soul away,
hurl all hope to heaven;
hold to minutes brave.

Cast the mind to memory,
let the Fates decree,
press the shape of sorrow;
let the angels weep.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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  1. julespaige says:

    Some believe it is best to pass on the weeping of mankind to the beings that may live above.
    And yet there are angels – so I believe who walk among mortals. If but all the tears that flow could be for joy…

    Thanks I am much better now. 🙂

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