Unnoticed, Come Inside

Unnoticed, Come Inside.


When grim sorrow comes to town,
suitcase filled with pain and grief, 
wearing his heavy, mournful frown,

rapping with his stick to come in, 
spilling all through the house
heartache, tears and suffering,

it is futile to bid him leave.
He must enter and the heart
must sorrow, lament and grieve.

His burden is always hard to bear.
Some hearts, in suffering, break
or dark and bitter fruits appear.

Note, though, the door is open wide
for hope, compassion and empathy
to unnoticed, come inside

and sit waiting for sorrow to depart
so that they can begin to strengthen
the heavily laden, grieving heart,

remaining quietly in the room,
finer things strangely flourishing
from suffering’s pain and gloom.

First published in Verse-Virtual August 19.