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.