He saw our tears
and Wisdom, understood . . .
the blinding need
our enemies proclaim'd good ~

Our yearning, searching
seem'd to be in vain . . .
no recourse,
expiation for such pain ~

The roads of purpose
doubt~strewn along our way . . .
constricted throats, tear~filled
too weak to pray ~

Then Saviour Sweet
reach'd into this abyys . . .
sorrows abated with
His Holy kiss ~

Nor left He us
our way to find alone . . .
No, Jesus stays 'til
every burden's gone ~

And whispers softly
as the breast of Dove . . .
"I never leave nor
forsake those I LOVE !"

Mary Carter Mizrany
September 23, 2003
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