The Snowflake Chronicles

Silent Sympathy

Silent Sympathy:
To Grace N. Cowell

The wind upon a tear soak face,
         Says nothing as it blows,
But its touch drys tears of grief,
         With the odors of rose:
Lord, let me be the wind today,
         Carrying the scents of rose.

The sun shines on despondent souls,
         And turn t heir grief to dust,
With its rays of joy,
         It restores their trust:
Lord, let me be the sun today,
         Transforming grief to dust.

The snow lays on winter's nude fields,
         Quieting baron fears,
And soothing with its tranquil touch,
         The scars of passion's tears:
Lord, let me be the snow today,
         Comforting my peers.

(152 B.E.)

About this poem: Grace N. Cowell was a poet who lived in the 20th century. I read some of her poems sometime in 1995 or 1996 and was inspired to write this poem.