Oh friend of beautiful compassion

I see the wisdom in your eyes

soft as the misty dew

sad as the ancient mountains

suffering knocks at your door

& you welcome it with Love

even as your tears fill the streams

that reach the oceans.

Cry not my beautiful friend

solace also is knocking at your door

your path of roses is 

fragrant & free of thorns

walk softly through these days of sorrow

Joy awaits!

The blue bird of morning is singing

its melody for you--

Oh friend of beautiful compassion

your heart beats with Love

that will return to you a hundred fold.