The Transformative Power Of Love And Kindness

Here Is The Poem Wise

 My dear I want you to listen,
Let me wipe the tear that on your cheek glistens.
Salvation is a process with a cost,
A process which brings great loss.
The blind do not come to see,
The fallen do not become glorified in eternity.
On a path which we walk alone,
On a path which does not crush the bones.
Without the bitter we know not the sweet,
So travail unto death we will greet.
There is no other way,
The night must be, to comprehend the day.
I cannot make you whole,
But this is the process by which God does so.
To participate is what matters,
Even though our souls are battered.
You cannot enter into heaven,
Without first being overcome with darkness within.
That darkness is the night by which you will know the day,
The shadow that allows you to see truths light ray.
Because I know what you are,
That you will live in God's kingdom afar.
That on a journey you were sent,
Where the purpose was that you be rent.
Not so that you would truly die,
But that enlightened, you would into heaven fly.
I stand not afraid,
Of that which leads to the grave.
This is the way a soul is born,
How the night ends, and comes the morn.
Think of what it would mean to me,
When you are born into eternity.
If I was never there,
If in your process I did not share.
What shame it would bring to me,
That I did not participate in the process by which you came to
see.
In that day what else will matter,
In that day will we complain about what was shattered?
I think the only thing we will lament,
Is if we refused for those we love to be spent.
In the day when souls are born,
Into truths glorious morn.
 What will be the worth of gold?
What of earthly trinkets will we care to hold?
I will always have, I stood by your side,
I was there to wipe tears you cried.
That with pieces of me you were fed,
That for each other we were made bread.
For that which is of greatest worth, I played a small part in its birth.