Heart

My heart burns

with a million sorrows

arrows of pain

for all the suffering.

How long must they endure

the weak and tormented

their cries and sighs

echoing down the paths of everday life--

relentless,

unyielding,

finding little relief.

I reach my hand out--

trying to help

but I am powerless.

I pray for power to rain down on them,

that they can be free.

I pray for comfort to fill their hearts with peace.

I will never stop praying,

for they are as me--

my brethren,

my fellow travelers--

and I so want them to feel the joy of re-birth.

I pray ceaselessly.

I pray firmly.

I pray, I pray.