Cupped pearls of pain
Behold a cup of tears; fuller to brim every morrow
lovingly endeared,
by throne of the safe keep; these pearls of pain.
Was asked of heaven,
when shall this salty pond of simile to
beads of G-d's moisture suffuse?
For likened to our falling drops,
this cup in heaven resides receiving G-d's precipitation.
When? Only when?
Terminus time do come; cease the flow.