My beautiful Warrior Princess
Today I am celebrating the life of my sister Tanya Potts
Arendse, she died just days before her 36th birthday on 22 May 2010. She
fought a brave battle against ovarian cancer and finally was taken to glory and
victory in Jesus on Saturday the 22nd of May 2010. I miss my sister dearly;
I have so many memories that brings’ me joy and comfort. I found this beautiful
poem by William Blake called On
Another’s Sorrow that I would like to share here as a dedication to
Tanya and also as an encouragement to everyone dealing with the loss of a loved
one.
This poem
was published in Songs of Innocence in 1789. The innocence suggested within the
poem is that sympathy alone can comfort and heal.
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?
Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows
small,
Hear the small bird's grief and
care,
Hear the woes that infants bear
--
And not sit beside the next,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear?
And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
Oh no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
He doth give his joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too.
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a
tear,
And thy Maker is not near.
Oh He gives to us his joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled an gone
He doth sit by us and moan.
Source: On Another's Sorrow by William Blake, Famous Death Poems
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
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