Let Not Your Grief Be Proud

let not your grief be proud,
you who are bereft.
be as a broken mother,
in whose sorrow
there is no sour sting:
only love,
so great and deep
as to drown.

Hatred is a Bitter Frost

hatred is a bitter frost:
a trial indeed
for seeds of compassion
sown in soil
now frigid
and stale.
let us coax back the
Sun,
let us hasten the
Great Thaw,
and in the cautious spring,
watch with prayerful eyes
for shoots of green.

Little Ones

Little ones of the Earth--
You too
Are God's marvelous creations;
You too
Are magnificent creatures.
In your playing and fighting,
Your wide-eyed discoveries,
Your unadulterated affections,
And need for care,
Even in the sweet little
Sounds
You make,
You are children of the Universe.
Be not afraid,
Little Ones.
The world is yours.