This is a confusing stretch you kneel by the problem that is so huge you don’t care to look at it But the view from above is a combination of brokenness and grief that draws you to the sufferer
Your own heart becomes weighted there is no one else but the sufferer your mind and heart knows Only that which is displayed before you then you tear your eyes away to look at what is causing such
Sorrow and behold yes it is large and has great weight but as you study its face it has a peaceful kindness You notice it looks on in a gentle subdued way then truth appears you instantly know this is not evil or
Menacing but a gentle creature that stands with you in this regard all history of achievement has come By one means and that is out of pain grace flowers it draws the rain and your tears are the golden
Droplets that mingle with the rain this flower has great hidden riches that it has absorbed that makes The fragrance of this special and rare one have weighty power born in the same time that you bowed
Before your problem you know not where your life and influence will drift truly its course will traverse Great hardships that brambles will resist light will be lost in this place but through the caldron you have
Passed you are still holding a glow your muffled cries now are a voice of power that reaches the Deep hiding Places of those forgotten downtrodden souls you bare the marks some say of a slave ask
That of those that your life has set free the looming giant is gone but you maintained his shadow and strength now it is evil that shrinks and hides as you pass so suffering one don’t be cast down your to be
The hope of those that have lost their way you are the opening gate from Prison of various kinds that had precious Ones bound
I dedicate this to D.H. a southern woman of class and distinction that I promise you will hear from