Pain desires company
Not so others feel the same agony
But so its cries are heard,
Its wounds felt,
And its path seen
A hope rests in this comfort,
Hope of shattered glass being made whole again
Yet we abandon those who hurt the most,
Those who “look” just fine,
Yet are bleeding to their death
We fail to inquire how a soul may be doing
In order to hide from the stain of their bleeding heart
And the gunk we may find there
We remain comfortable
Looking right past a hurting world
And in doing so we lock up Hope in a box,
The only Hope that matters,
The only Hope that can turn those shatters into a whole,
The only Hope which can drag one out
From the darkness he’s in.
Life in His Mosaic 