A STRANGER HURTING.

I read your pain 

In my room soundly late one night,

It sent vibrations calm and clear

Through my heart and mind.

Empathy resounded; without a question why,

You're a stranger hurting, that; 

I could not pass by,

Saw the rose, your chosen symbol, a sign

Of love and light,

Dark thoughts you heed of past issues bring sorrow

To your present time.

Help comes in all guises,

Some too small to see,

Some contributions bring answers inspired,

I say blessed be, times 3.

One-day soon something good 

May come, when you least expect,

That's when providence is to descend

From tears you beget,

You'll know; it's more than a passing phase or a passing friend.

Try living for each moment with a positive view to spend,

For help, hope, love and fortune shall greet you

From these you'll see no end.