Best Rondeau Poem

A rondeau for Dollorose Fong Roka No words, my friend, bring back the dead No thoughts conveyed, nor tears we shed Recede the loss, nor ease the pain. Silent, alone, we hear the rain The sound of peace, not words, my friend. What mute verse can I send instead? When consoling words become vain – Not thoughts, not tears, God sends us rain. His words, my friend. In life we struggle till the end Joy, grief and peace swing hand-in-hand Seek hope – do not avoid sweet pain For this wisdom comes, like the rain, That after grief we understand God’s love, my friend.