Lord,

You’ve given me

eyes that see

the pain and suffering

all around me..

a heart that beats

with every other

and cares for each one

as their mother.

A daughter of Eve,

I cry to see

my friends,

my children,

so unhappy.

I want to hug

and cure and paste-

to fix each cause

of every sad face.

To help

each one

feel happy and free

because of how

you’ve blessed

me.

A happy soul

in a sea of sad

I cannot cure.

If you healed them, too,

I’d be happier.

But even your

mighty hand

that holds the key

won’t force them

to take

what you give

for free.

And you know best

why we must

endure

these griefs

that are somehow

better than a cure.

–DarEll S. Hoskisson

June 9, 2016