Discovery of What Sadness Lies Just Behind the Curtain

Discovery Of What Sadness Lies Just Behind The Curtain Like a pale vapor, time flieth away whose invisible hands each season make some heavenly glory, others dark gray, such blindness, causing ones love to forsake. Like a raging wind, life oft sorrows bring with harsh nights, as God fails to intervene clock slow sounding, sad tick-tocks low sing, of love's deep hurts, where tragedy convenes. Like a weary road, where dusty clouds rise to embrace epic loss and sweet sorrows none so tragic as traps our minds devise, in darkest of hours and hopeless tomorrows. O'lord, will better days ever again return. As we pray for sweet gifts, we did nothing to earn. Robert J. Lindley, 7-21-2020 Sonnet, ( Dark And Tragic, Are The Great Woes Of Man ) Note: Composed today as I have this morn learned of another dear and lifelong friend's sad passing. RJL