Poem: Sorrow

Saw this poem on another blog. I thought it was just beautiful.




You cannot row it away
Not this sorrow,
 you cannot drape it
 over sand dunes
 hoping it will blow into the atmosphere,
not this sorrow...
and the slow sound of the word
sorrow
sorrow
sorrow
begins a keening cry
 soft and solid, loud
 and languorous,
 stretching pain until
 it begins to wear thin in spots,
 and the tears that watered rain forests
 now collect in lakes, and
 those who know this sorrow
plant a tree,
 a magnificent tree.

-Ruth Ann Meyers Kulp


from: http://drjoanne.blogspot.com/2012/02/rowing-in-sea-of-tears.html