Purgatorio

If while you twist upon your bed of pain
   you recall no flower blooms on mountaintop
   that is not seen by God within its rocky nook,

Nor sawgrass blade bent by salted wind can mark
    the sand without the eye of heaven's notice,

Perhaps you too will find surcease,
   and feel the bands of time withdraw,

As purgatory--the Poet says--does shake
    the very threshold of eternity with joyous spasm
    at just one soul's release...
                                                --r. scssrs