I Grieve For All Comments

Well written it is the poets lot to observe and grieve I know the place in the picture

By grace of maturity our personal grief and self-pity are transformed to broad sympahty. Through our own predicament, we sense everyone's predicament of mortality. I have noticed this by listening to sighs of kind-hearted old people. The broad sympathies expressed by your poem reminds me of a passage from the Bible (Romans: 8) : (22) we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. (23) And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body. (24) For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? (25) But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. (26) Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered...