And If I Were To Weep?

And If I were to weep?

And if I were to weep
Would my soul break in two?
Or would my heart render itself
Like a weeping willow
Into the depths of sorrow’s murky grasp?


And if I were to weep
Would my tears rise like a swirling mist
and depart as if on the wings of a dove
Into the comforting, soft white arms
Of the clouds?

And if I were to weep
Would I exhaust myself from the frustrations
Of my inner most thoughts, which try to make sense
Of the world I have been thrown into?

And I were to weep
Could it be that I weep for my dearly departed sister?
Looking down on me
Who now sits pain free, the torments of this life
Now cocooned within the waiting arms of God?

Or would the tears I shed be shed for me?
One who has been left behind
to endure and wallow in my own personal pain
not knowing where to turn, until my mind
mad with heartache, steeps itself in the womb of prayer


ESTHER AUSTIN@ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 27TH NOVEMBER 2006
DEDICATED TO MY SISTER DEBORAH WHO PASSED AWAY ON 22ND NOVEMBER 2006