Set the Night Singing #2.2
Updated: Oct 14
Why does suffering comfort press -
fair ease and pleasure cause distress?
Pain keen heals nothing in me or in you.
Eyes watching the hawk for its fall,
eyes following journeys to witness their stall -
no friend to birds, to sojourners, this.
Agony witnessed amounts to no bliss,
If that be, cease to make
smiles at an ache.
But how lays this?
Pain eased for one is a comfort for all.
And hands that are healers, words nurturing tall -
here lies pain's purpose and shame's bitter end.