Sonnet: God’s Grief’s Greater?

How much of sadness fills the hearts of those,
Parents who lost their only child one day?
How much of despair, mother feels, of course,
Seating her only son, dead on the way?

How much grief-stricken do our siblings live,
Seeing their dear ones dead before their eyes?
How can a child on earth remain alive,
When AIDS-affected, widowed, mother dies?

What grief engulfs the hearts of women all,
Who find the babe from womb is born but dead?
How sad God feels when into sin we fall;
And sadder still when to hell, we’re misled.

The Mirth God feels is more when souls return;
His grief’s ’yond compare when in Hell, they burn.

6-26-2001

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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