Novice Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Clear fountains of pure life
Penetrate the hurting with love
My family has died
Clouds drift over the blue sky
Sometimes I am afraid too love
I do not want them to die
It can be a terrible thing to be alone
Why I am here I do not know
I wished I was home or felt at home
I do know there are many like me
There are many hurt and grieving
Many lost and confused
Maybe I am broken for a purpose?
I think Gods love reaches for the hurt
Pride and self-righteousness does nothing
When I contend and try to be right
When I puff up and think I am better
Then I do nothing in Gods love
A friend was over yesterday that had a stroke
He could hardly talk and his right arm shook
Another good friend has cancer
Another friend is dying of alcoholism
His face has blotches
They need nothing except real love
I am the novice