Feelings of loneliness drip into a mind, stirring a
heart into remembering those whom he loved.
Lamenting their loss, visiting their graves with
flowers and prayers.
Tearfully thinking about those who are gone, even
after leaving the cemetery and going home.
Taking a heavy heart laden with sadness everywhere
he travels.
Eyes downcast, not seeing the blessings still being
sent to him, stumbling over thoughts of grief so
intense he can't seem to get in touch with those who
might need some advice or a friend.
Holy circumstances given to him to bring joy into
other's lives, are left undone, because he can't get
out of himself and his personal grief to help anyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem