My Heart Weeps
My Heart Weeps
The wind catches
like a sob in the throat,
the world stews slowly in sorrow.
Why Lord,
when you need a roaring fire,
am I this tiny flame?
My heart weeps
It weeps Lord.
Harness this force of nature
my river of tears.
– Bhikshuni Weisbrot.
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