And They Ask Me Why I Weep

By E Awal

Hopeless is the Sorrow that Gathers at Noon
Weeping, I sought mercy to leaven,
These sufferings; but I dared not despond-
Knowing God promised me a Heaven,
Where lingers no miseries beyond!
Ah, how shall I speak with God again-
When I know no language but torrent of tears,
That beckons me to the shores of pain,
And overpowers even my feeble prayers?

Far, Far from Dusty Graves.
One by one, all hopes have passed away,
And my living breath is grieving,
While I endure these sufferings in dismay,
While my soul is silently weeping!
The world had scorned my youth and prime,
Mankind offered more pain and grief:
I must brave through this God-given time,
To seek, in death, my final relief!

The Heart is no More
The bitter pangs of growing despair,
Unyielding to my tears and prayer,
Have made dreary the brightest day,
By these cruel torments of clay!
Like the summer trees and Autumn leaves,
That never dies, that never grieves,
I shall be thankful for the parting-day,
That will forget my maddening dismay!

I am the mourner of the Soul.
While I am dwelling amidst oceans of pain,
Braving the loneliness of mortal grief,
My heart is bleeding, but I cannot complain!
Nor from the horizon, comes any relief!
The mists of misery overtake my mind,
And wild despair seizes my faculty-
But I know my Gracious God is kind,
And He will ease these sufferings for me!

O Time! O Death! O Soul!
When the pain and distress break apart,
Returning the last suffering to my heart,
It restores the anguish of the pain I bore,
Eliciting the cry- nevermore, nevermore!
I cannot hope to live to my destiny,
I have no courage to look onto dreams!
This foolish mortal who cries to Thee,
Is more sadder than she seems.

If I should Die or Grieve,
O Heartache, O Dreamer of Death!
What tale have you of my own glory?
How can you await the final Breath-
Knowing it shall sink this painful story?
The broken wings of my memories returned,
As the bleeding sorrows of my heart burned-
Could it be that upon this Earth,
I alone was bereft of joy or mirth?

I came to the Edge of Sorrow,
My days are but deluged with the dreams of sorrow,
Wilt Thou defend this maiden on the morrow?
Like bursts of sunlight above the wild ocean wave,
Wilt the souls of the innocents Thou forgave
Awaken from their sleep in the lightless grave,
When angels shall shroud the dwellings of the brave?
And I shall be saved from the anguish that deceive,
And misery shall know how it hurts to grieve!
And wilt Thou be manifest, in the power of Thy Light,
When Mercy from Thine altar shall rest upon the night?

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0BB5WLC6W
• ISBN13: 9798847505895
• Release Date: August 2022
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 82 Pages
• Weight: 0.63 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.2" x 8.5" x 11.0"