Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Wash the suffering, oh,
Off my skin.
But let it trickle down deep within
Through my clay
My heart of stone,
To soften me and change my groan
Of pain in me
To heartfelt moan
Of sympathy
For all who suffer, all who hurt.
Trickle down pain until a mighty love
Takes root within my soil, my dirt,
My loam, my soul, and let it grow,
Watered by all I come to know.

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