| Blessed |
is our living - and working. But we |
| are |
entangled in perspective - and commitment. |
| The |
growing discord looks to accuse - and exclude. |
| Peace |
will return with weeping - and acceptance. |
| Makers |
are we all, of relationship - and tears. |
| For |
love too gentle, leaves people alone - and distressed. |
| They |
wait and waiting, wither - and weaken. |
| Shall |
we love strong enough to help - and change? To |
| see |
each other is to have eyes to see - and ears to hear. |
| God |
will open our eyes, But will we see - and hear? |
