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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