With its depth
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 The pain of the world, Its sorrow, Weighs heavily in all our hearts, Some more in touch than others With its depth. Many hide from its sting Becoming tough, Cynical, Angry, Aloof, Anything to keep empathy, Compassion, At bay, That if allowed to grow Will make the heart bleed, Weep, Moan for all their brothers and sisters, Suffering with no one to help, Or to be with. Does God weep? Being present to all, No way to deflect The agony Of all the children created. Since love embraces pain. The price paid high beyond all measure. To walk with, Be one, With those who struggle Thru life’s long road, Leading eventually to healing, That only God’s love, Severe, Seemingly unkind, Can accomplish. It is love that gives life, Any other road taken Deadens the heart, Reducing others to objects To be used, Then discarded, Disposable, Easily replaced, The only price asked Is the death of the soul, Empty, Artic, In its loneliness. Free from the burden of caring Or feeling for others Who are icons of Christ in the world. |