Sad Anna Bret

I have come to love the sad Anna Bret.
She recognizes the value of things
That have been lost and she doesn't forget
That which is always worth remembering.
Her softer heart can feel another's pain;
Her tear-cleansed eyes see beauty more clearly;
She longs for all to be restored again;
She holds what she has loosely, yet dearly.
Her soul is deeper than it used to be:
Though sometimes it feels like dark, empty space,
Slowly it's filling with the mystery
Of the tears that trickled down Jesus' face. 
Perhaps she is dense where she feels hollow
With the Spirit of the Man of Sorrows.