Nov 8, 2020 || Daily Thought & Prayer
Weep not for me - I have wings
Above the wispy clouds to soar
Vista of gold and blue it brings
Over coloured patterns evermore
Weep not for me when I am gone
Never think this world I miss
The psalms are sung with antiphon
For I leave not but arrive in bliss
Weep not for me but orphan child
Barefoot stands in rags dirt stained
Despairing tears where sorrows piled
And cast down eyes that feel ashamed
Weep not for self with voice that sings
Why crawl along the dung filled trail?
When you can soar with angel’s wings?
They were folded behind the ego’s tale.
O Lord, sorrow besets my heart, but when I closely encounter Thy love you thrill my heart and it lifts with joy; the pitiful tears transmute to tears of sublimity. May the sorrowful be comforted. May we who feel orphaned and imprisoned discover Thy love and use Thy freeing wings.