The pain of lives lost to COVID’s storm The agony of gunshots in Afghanistan The aches and sighs of souls in nations The terrors of rape victims lost in shrills The imbalances of inequality and poverty Are robbing the globe of humanity Sorrow and weeping resonates in my soul I can’t help it , it’s now part of my whole I can’t stop feeling, I want to feel happy and light But burdens are saddled on me each dark night Perhaps the Creator made some to cry and feel Perhaps that’s the way the world will help and heal And when I planted all my pain in a garden of growth I learned patience, calm, and being centered Yielded a harvest of joy that I at last entered
Rita F. Kurian
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