Compassion

She draws me into Her bosom,
kisses me and makes it better.
She cuddles with loving Wisdom –
heart to Heart snuggles me to Her

My life of love can be sparring;
the harmony of Beauty lost.
My love of life can be jarring;
the Beauty of harmony tossed.

With care, She makes a commotion.
With patience, She creates an air.
With courage, I change my notion.
With strength, I succumb to the care.

To embrace pain and brokenness,
I have-to “stay awake and pray”.
To carry cosmic endlessness,
I must, with Her grace, bless the way

First, do no harm in heart and prayer;
and, be kind behind the closed door.
Practice our Mother’s love unfair;
yes, this is what Beauty is for.

With care, She makes a commotion.
With patience, She creates an air.
With courage, I change my notion.
With strength, I succumb to the care.

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