Song of Sorrow

The song of sorrow, dark unsilenced. The groans of souls in pain. Whispers voices, in the chaos of suffering anguish brings.

Oh the nights of lonely yearning for just a bit relief. Takes tears to groanings no words just moanings of the spirit in belief.

Take to the alter, let it burn one voice says in the blight. “How can I leave such love to harshness to flames and ashes, heart cries?”

Am I unfaithful servant because I struggle with this fate. How do I reconcile the one I love to the fire of abandons gate.

Let this task be taken from me for I cannot concede, and yet to this bit of submission my heart beats to attain. Still yet I plead.

Please, I beg you dont ask me for my Issac for I cannot do this I wail. Be merciful to my plight and let me keep this Love for myself.

Tears flow down my cheeks like torrents cascading from the mountains. To only flood my bed once more with more suffering surmounted.

So I reduced to withering for now am parched as desert sands. Take me instead I plead, for sacrifice clenched hands.

Take me I plead once more. But do not take from me my beloved, for without him I am poor.

Without hesitation there then I offer myself for sacrifice instead. So he may remain among the living, alive his beautiful soul instead.

With this knowing so come the quiet only embers cracking sounds. Alas my soul is now requited my peace I now have found.

I give you me. Jenny