A letter to our world

Dear humanity, show our bleeding hearts mercy.

There is madness, there is sadness,

sometimes demonic, worse than fate —

There is laughter, a little honesty,

though sometimes far too late.

I can’t say I’ve been there,

to the depths of your despair,

though I can say I’ve lived it

in another hellish affair.

Life is twisted, life is cruel,

life doesn’t seem to explain

the reasons for our endless sorrow

or the relentless stab of pain.

The mercy-pleas of a nation,

and the tears of a lonely girl

reverberate in this void

that’s just waiting to unfurl.

I wish I had the answers

to give humanity at this hour —

But I can’t. I’m just a girl

with not a lot of power.

There is grief for the widow,

for the childless mother’s shout —

There is grief for the lonely soul

on a bridge, with no way out.

So feel the loss and cry your tears —

but be wary in judging pain.

Our sorrows bind our hearts

until we are reborn, again.

#PrayersForTheWorld #PrayersForParis
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