Morn of Mourn,
by J. W. Cassandra
Rise, oh, beautiful light of morn!
Became time of bitterest mourn:
There burst out the catastrophe,
Whose duty to help, shut the door…
Masses of humans are missing,
We forever miss last hugs, kisses.
Who could have helped, shut the door –
Our pain, scream, cry for all…
We stand only with bitter mourn,
We need a hand to land for all…
And we pray for rising of Compassionate,
Whose tears melt sin, change fate…
From Compassionate’s face looks us
Compassionate divine pair of eyes:
His compassion-tears are shedding down,
Rainbow-psalm is sung for you…
On Compassionate’s face tears shed,
Who falls down, will be his pearl of Orient,
Their beings, opening to a gem, quiver so,
Compassionate’s grace shines them through.
Compassionate’s song is sung for us, for all…
08/02. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra
Respect to all those who carry compassion in their hearts.
Your fingerprints will never fade from the lives you touch. 🙏
Thank you very much. 🙏🏻