I am sympathy
I was born never to die

I am the tender petals
Where sleep the night's dews

I am the flourishing trees
Where birds make their homes

I am the feelings of bosoms
That sigh to see others' wounds

I am the hands
That smear balm on emotional bruises

I am the legs
That step towards the rubbles of broken life

I am sympathy
I am universal love

Blessed is the man
Who nourishes me well