Reflection on Grief

My tears for you are pearls
The sharp edges of grief, diamonds
The weight on my shoulders
Is worth its weight in gold
Eyes ruby-red from crying.

Is wealth measured by loss?
Is joy measured by sorrow?
Can it be that love is
Measured in blood and tears?

For the joy before Him, He died
Life was bought with death.
Anyone who loves truly, bleeds:
The priceless treasure of a full and broken heart.

Blessed are those who mourn
For as imperfect, human love pours out,
True, perfect love pours in
And they are comforted.