Time's Hand Is Kind

For those who place their blooms on new-made graves
  And feel that life holds nought but emptiness,
Know that time's hand in kindness ever saves
  The heart from too much sorrow and distress.

Yet all deep wounds heal slowly, it would seem,
  But gradually the yearning pain will cease. . . .
Thus will your grief become a hallowed dream
  And, in its stead, will come a strange new peace.

--Margaret E. Bruner