A gentle weep, A climb so steep.

If whatsoever is bound on earth has already been bound in heaven, then heaven knows of her weeping and sorrow. Heaven knows that soul was her channel from which His light so radiantly shined through. And when that channel was redirected and rewarded, she lost sight of that shimmering splendour. The clouds trembled for many a month and then one morning after they had expressed gratitude for the warmth of the sun, the rains began. Were those rain drops to be that of Fall, welcoming the tests and triumphant difficulties of Winter? Or were they remnants of the refreshing spring showers that would assuredly welcome blossomed flowers? Heaven knows. Yet the faithful will walk with head held high despite the heavy heart and a mighty sigh.