Rachel’s Tears--By Elizabeth Wesley--Canada

Rachel’s Tears

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Close now the starry curtains of the night
As the dream fades for a child who could not stay;
Death’s wings stretch out to embrace the night
And take her where night meets day.

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The silence from former broken years
Torn by a sob and whispered prayer
Is filled with anguish that won't console fears
In days to come where no comfort lingers there.

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There comes a voice from echoes of the past,
A sigh from Rama weeping her sad lot;
Lamentation for a woman's cry is cast
As Rachel grieves her babes that were not.

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There's no comfort in a cold grey tomb
Where time has released its relentless grasp;
A child so early from the womb
Finds comfort in death's tender clasp.

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Matthew 2:18

Elizabeth went through a period of darkness from memory loss after retiring. It finally ended and living was possible again. Finding poetry of the masters enticed her to write and she feels this was part of her healing process.