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
Personal Abridgements: Living Well Together 