To the Hurting Ones

To the hurting ones, who

Fill their eyes with tears

And speak their sorrows to the stars:

I weep with you and lift

My solemn voice above

To the Creator of the stars.

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To the hurting ones, who

Silently hide behind laughter

Pretending no words faze

Their grieved and hurting hearts:

I sit beside you and silently

Speak to the Creator of hearts.

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To the hurting ones, who

Dream dreams of the future–

I’ll hold your hand and vainly wish

My presence would heal all

The pain, regret, and despair.

Oh Creator of dreams, speak now

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To the hurting ones, who

Dwell among us–dreading life and

Living dead. I weep with them…

We seek to fill this void alone–

In vain: heartaches. Heal our

Scars, Creator of hearts and stars.

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To the hurting ones, who

Seek peace and seek joy:

Speak words of life and love.

Oh Creator of all hearts and stars,

Compel us to your love letters. Open

Our hearts to receive your love.

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For we, the hurting ones, who

Speak not aloud of our pains

And whisper not our despair…

We the hurting ones desire

Life. Love. We the hurting ones,

Desire your filling…to love–to live.

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