Set the Night Singing #2.2
Updated: Sep 14
Why does such suffering comfort press -
such ease and pleasure cause distress?
Pain felt by my flesh heals nothing.
Eyes that watch the hawk’s flight for its fall,
That follow the journey to witness its stall -
No friend to birds, to sojourners, this.
Pain in others amounts to no bliss,
If that be, cease to make
Smiles at anyone’s ache.
But how lays this?
Pain eased for one is comfort for all.
And hands that heal, words that nurture tall -
there lies purpose and shame's bitter end.