To give to my neighbor widow, wearable tapestry from the world traversed.
To give to the dying woman, comfort memory of a homeland distant.
To give to the hard-worked woman crushed, a ruby of heart's love lore.
To pray for security's freedom, for a man's discarded wife.
To heal the pain inflicted by a world's indifferent stance.
To hear, to listen, to be present to a heart crying to be heard.
Do I matter? Does it matter at all that I am?
If my breath in silence stopped, would anyone care?
Love hears, and knows
Love reaches out its hand and touches…you.
Gentle upon the shoulder. Deep within the heart.
Seeing. Hearing. Listening. Touching. Healing.
Loves cares that you breathe.
Love touches that part of you that only love can touch.
Love gives you all it has. Without reservation.
Love gives everything for you,
That you might receive love, and live,
Giving love to all that live.