Heavy is my heart for another’s sadness,  how to bring about this robbed gladness.

The long and empty stare through space,  that’s written across the lonely one’s face.

Much longer I cannot bear the weight,  of this pain so inflicted upon their fate.

Will ever the warmth of life’s embers be near,  to once again bathe them in the light of promise here.

Somehow a newness must be known,  for only they who are willing……it will be shown.

Author/Elaine Neihardt Smith            www.motionOsis.com