Sorrow Touched Me

by Lois Elliot Morse

Sorrow touched me yesterday--

not with a light,

deft, stroke of her fingers,

but with an icy clutch.

Without warning the damp,

raw winds of winter penetrated

every fiber of my being.

My eyes could not longer reject

the tears that came unbeckoned

than winter could reject the early morning frost.

Someone upon passing by did not understand the nature of tears and frost.

And drawing his "spiritual" robes around him,

he stopped long enough to stand on the sidelines of my life

and quote Scriptures on joy before moving on.

My soul was so bowed with grief

I did not see him depart.

Then one day someone else entered my life.

Upon seeing my tears,

straightway,

tears welled up in my sister's eyes.

And she thought not of Scriptures to admonish

but of our human predicament!

And she sat down beside me and wept.

And when we had finished weeping,

we talked together of the Lord and His ways.

And behold, the early morning sun

dispelled the frost from our hearts.

And we arose

and went our separate ways--

rejoicing.

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