Through your eyes you see much grief,
and grieve with our grieving,
Your heart know's those that mourn,
and mourns with us.

The cost you know,
but do not heed,
For bitter words said in blindness,
for wrong's that are not your own.

Yet still you see our blindness,
and are not hurt.
You do not judge those words,
spoken in dark fury and pain.

You show God's love,
without force or word,
Your hands are open; not clenched,
and your heart is pure; not shriveled.

You give guidance to those that are lost,
and they are found.
And those that were born into light,
but dwell in darkness,
you set free.

You are well names indeed.
To be so much.
You are God's Gift
to us all.

For Dorothy
With Much Love