Sadness is a growing thing.
     It is watered by frustrated plans,
          fed by unfulfilled affections,
          lengthened by loss.
Sadness is a subtle thing.
     Unchecked, it soon can choke
          life and love and laughter
               as grief sours and
                    breeds bitterness.
Sadness is a frail thing.
     It breaks open and spills out
          unexpectedly
          at the slightest touch.
Sadness is a fleeting thing,
     a fading thing.
     It is disarmed by a deeper truth,
          held in perspective by purpose,
          and will be redeemed
               at the coming of the one
               whose love was never lost.
     He will wipe away every tear.

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