Cry

I cry often.


I cry when I listen to music,
I cry when I read a poem by Mattie.

I cry when Kugan is murdered,
I cry when the country is betrayed.

I cry when Obama takes his oath,
I cry when I read Martin Luther King.

I cry when I listen to my Master,
I cry when his words awaken my soul.



I cry when my heart is filled,
I cry when love becomes unbearable.

I cry when good people are hurt,
I cry when evil seems to be triumphant.

I cry for a patient mind,
I cry for a forgiving heart.

I cry for strength and wisdom ,
I cry for a compassionate heart.

Above all I cry,

I cry for a heart which is full,
Filled with Love and Compassion.