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 ones’ face.
Much longer they cannot bear the weight……Of the 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 those who are willing, it will be shown.
Author/Elaine Neihardt Smith www.motionOsis.com