Vol 4, Num 4 :: 2005.02.25 — 2005.03.10
I have a world of hurt
and have to take great care to hide it
lest, sharing, I should do more injury.
My planetoid is small with all the universe beside it,
but on my cloudy nights it’s all I see.
Yet, if I close my eyes, light years from here,
I see your sorrow,
taste your tears and hear your suffering
like the birth pangs of a star
and could almost reach my arms
around the curve of space to find you
and hold you to my heart, right where you are.
I pray by grace my pain will make my eyes more apt
to find you in the darkest sky and, sighting,
be reminded we are his
who made the stars and gave us hearts
to love and, though benighted,
to shine our best and share what light there is.
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