He who Grieves

This is a sonnet I have written and that will be published this summer. The anthology is called Dragonfly Summer and contains selected works submitted by youth from across Canada.

He who Grieves

From this old weary world I look away,
And on to better places far, far off,
And wonder what has caused us so to sway,
Upon our tilting axis and aloft.
The only home we know became corrupt,
When Cain killed brother Abel long ago.
And Cain kills Abel yet again each day;
Forgets the love that once he used to know.
And though we blame it all on the first man,
Or say his woman Eve brought us this fate,
We know ’twas we who turned away and ran;
Oh God, how in the wrong we are of late!
Beshrew the heart that dared to pass the blame;
Spare he who grieves, and we should do the same.





(This drawing is not necessarily related to the poem, but it expresses the theme well, so I decided to put add it to this post instead of creating a new one. Sept 23, 2005)