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Grief

 

Was there some comfort
I could have given here?
A song to sing,
That could have stopped the tears?

Did I not smile,
Nor give a fond embrace,
When sadness threatened
Or sorrow creased your face?

Did I ignore you
When you were so forlorn?
Or turn away
When you by men were scorned?

How does one soul
Give solace to another?
How can one person
A broken heart uncover?

Then gently heal,
As surgeon of the heart –
At first some pain,
But mending then does start.

How Can I Heal?

How can I heal the world’s pain?

The cancers, tumors,

The nasty rumors,

The lack of humor?

 

How can I heal the world’s pain?

The violence, hate,

The madness great,

Our terrible fate?

 

How can I heal the world’s pain?

The end of marrying,

The critics disparaging,

The churches hemorrhaging?

 

How can I heal the world’s pain?

The children killed,

Life unfulfilled,

Their heartbeats stilled?

 

How can I heal the world’s pain?

Ten thousands thronging,

The migrants walking —

For life they’re longing.

 

How can I heal the world’s pain?

The addictive pornography,

The “isms” and philosophies,

The love for others atrophied?

 

How can I heal the world’s pain,

And my own paralysis?

Does it need analysis?

Or a radical catalyst?

 

Like the Beauty …

Rose pink and white

Like the beauty of a rose,
My heart unfolds.
The raindrops glistening in the sun
Tell stories of the past storm.

With thorns I may have pricked your hand;
I could not understand.

I hope the fragrance of my flower
Healed bleeding hand.

And when you plucked my rose so fair,
I could only lie there;
And let my beauty speak to you
Of love divine.

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Let Not Dreams Die

When dreams are dead
Men lose their heart,
And, like dead men,
They fall apart.

Inside, unseen,
Their souls like stone,
Bear calloused wounds,
Exist forlorn.

Let not dreams die —
Still deep inside,
Quench not the fire
Of hope alive.

Let Love somehow
Heal deepest wounds.
Let Jesus’ love
Break open tombs!

Then shout, and sing,
Our voices raise!
Hosannahs bring
In humble praise!

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