trials and tribulations,
God gives us mountains
and we climb them

we are small beings
in a universe expanding

clouds fog the near horizon
smog stifles breath and purpose
but we stand strong

He made us poets
because he knew
there would be  crosses for us to bear

sorrows to be faced
heartaches beyond our understanding
pain and suffering

Poet, you wield a mighty pen
you found the time to share your light

and now

~ we send our light to you ~
In a solidarity of healing
our prayers ascend