Love Shall Use My Pain Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

The misty morning brings sadness
Fall leaves blow, winter is soon
Barren fields once green are empty
I bleed in soul, God knows

Suffering humanity is mine to see
Soft smiles of the lonely
Plights of the refugee, funeral bells
Hungry hearts searching for warmth

Tears must come, life and death
Hope is a candle in the dark night
Retire to dreams of children's laughter
Book markers in poems of light

Will the bright sun smile again?
New carved gravestones
The cold bitter wind, clouds
Hold dear your friends, see the wounded

Amidst the starless night angels come
I shall be a blessing; love will use my pain
Our trials shall be used for broken hearts
Mary stood at the foot of the cross