Channel all your pain
to the summoned fields of my sun-baked heart

let me be your long-suffering, xeriscaping soil
--once rain-fed by this love--

now as parched as
Atacama

the plateau where we bowed our heads
and pleaded for mere drops of forgiveness

Now days Loss happens more often.
Then Blessings come around here.
But my prayer is that you never give up.
But use those times of loss to consider..
What others with less blessings are feeling.
Thus gaining empathy and thus using it.
Whenever you see loss in your life think of others.