The world in shades of misery Demands our weeping groans, As healing works invisibly Through suffering's odd koans. My love, to see your tears be shed Electrifies my soul; My charge is made: to hold you close and thrive in love made whole. The body falls and toils in welts, Affliction, and in pain, But how your love applies a salve That strengthens me again!
A place for my poems 