Hidden Sorrows.... Poem by Rey Sanidad

Hidden Sorrows....



For some the river of life would seem
Free from the shallow, the reef, or bar,
As they gently glide down the silvery stream
With scarcely a ripple, a lurch, or jar.

But under the surface, calm and fair,
Lurk the hidden snags, and the secret care
The waters are deepest where still, and clear,
And the most severe anguish forbids a tear.

For others, the pathway of life is scattered
With many a thorn, for each rose or bud;
And their journey over mountain, over moor, and dune,
Can be plainly tracked by footprints of blood.

But deeper still lies the hidden mental distress
Of some secret sorrow, which tortures the heart,
And rankles under a clear surface;
For the most severe anguish forbids a tear.

But, when we see the end of our journey,
At the bar of the Judge of quick and dead,
The cross, which the one bore silently
May outweigh his of the bloodstained tread.

The cross unseen, and the cross of light,
May balance in that Judge's sight;
Over the heart that is breaking a smile may appear,
For the most severe anguish forbids a tear.

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