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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Widows</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The world was widowed by the death of Christ:<br>Vainly its suffering soul for peace has sought<br>And found it not.<br>For nothing, nothing, nothing has sufficed<br>To bring back comfort to the stricken house<br>From whence has gone the Master and the Spouse.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In its long widowhood the world has striven<br>To find diversion. It has turned away<br>From the vast awefull silences of Heaven<br>(Which answer but with silence when we pray)<br>And sought for something to assuage its grief.<br>Some surcease and relief<br>From sorrow, in pursuit of mortal joys.<br>It drowned God's stillness in a sea of noise;<br>It lost God's presence in a blur of forms;<br>Till, bruised and bleeding with life's brutal storms,<br>Unto immutable and speechless space<br>The World lifts up its face,<br>Its haggard, tear-drenched face,<br>And cries aloud for faith's supreme reward,<br>The promised Second Coming of its Lord.<br>So many widows, widows everywhere,<br>The whole earth teems with widows.<br>Guns that blare-<br>Winged monsters of the air-<br>And deep-sea monsters leaping through the water,<br>Hell bent on slaughter,<br>All these plough paths for widows. Maids at dawn,<br>And brides at noon, ere eventide pass on<br>Into the ranks of widows: but to weep<br>Just for a little space; then will grief sleep<br>In their young bosoms, where sweet hope belongs,<br>New love will sing once more its age-old songs,<br>And life bloom as a rose-tree blooms again<br>After a night of rain.<br>There are complacent widows clothed in crêpe<br>Who simulate a grief that is not real.<br>Through paths of seeming sorrow they escape<br>From disappointed hopes to some ideal,<br>Or, from the penury of unloved wives<br>Walk forth to opulent lives.<br>And there are widows who shed all their tears<br>Just at the first<br>In one wild burst,<br>And then go lilting lightly down the years:<br>Black butterflies, they flit from flower to flower<br>And live in the thin pleasures of the hour;<br>Merging their tender memories of the dead<br>In tenderer dreams of being once more wed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>But there are others: women who have proved<br>That loving greatly means so being loved.<br>Women who through full beauteous years have grown<br>Into the very body, souls, and heart<br>Of their dear comrades. When death tears apart<br>Such close-knit bonds as these, and one alone<br>Out to the larger freer life is called,<br>And one is left-<br>Then God in heaven must sometimes be appalled<br>At the wild anguish of the soul bereft,<br>And unto His Son must say, 'I did not know<br>Mortals could suffer so.'<br>But Christ, remembering Gethsemane,<br>Will answer softly, 'It was known to Me.'<br>God's alchemist, old Time, will merge to calm<br>That bitter anguish; but there is no balm<br>Save the sweet certitude that each long day<br>Is one step in a stair<br>That circles up to where freed spirits stay.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Widows, so many widows everywhere.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The world was widowed by the death of Christ,<br>And nothing, nothing, nothing has sufficed<br>To bring back comfort to the stricken house<br>From whence has gone the Master and the Spouse.<br>Hasten, dear Lord, with Thy Millennium,<br>Hasten and come.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a></strong></div>