Mourn the prodigal losses
At all times and all places
Their frequent and inexcusable traces
In young and elderly sad alike faces
So out of order, broken down
Ill-made paces...
Mourn the needless losses
At all times and in all places.
Overflowing of prevenient graces
And, still multitude of heart-rending cases
So many beings lacking solid bases
Face danger, offer resistance to graces...
Traces of losses in all places in too many cases
In spite of profusion of offered freely graces
Still, beings deprived of sturdy as rock bases,
Masses of lamentable faces for refusing graces
From the Most Graceful - full of Heart Graces,
Seeing Him in all sad faces,
Waiting prayerfully,
On faith
On trust
For graces embraces
To be embraced
In all places
And at all times.
Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wail-of-woe/
