and I will grieve not
for my shortcoming
joined with impatience-
wounds bitter sting

but shall use these for fodder
for which to burn
in remembrance of lost moments
ne’er to return

and I will grieve not
over time in waste
because of blindness
moving wildly in haste

and I will grieve not
that I will fail
intentions lost
response’s fleeting avail

but I shall seek
walks with Thee
on greener grass
watch sorrows flee

and I shall seek
quiet rest
at Your side
in Your will I shall abide

Then I will seek
Jesus’ guardian eyes
beyond all tears
above all sighs…

© 2013 Rick Stassi