'Washing Away Pain With My Tears Poem by Margaret Alice

How could one person hurt another so much by saying
such hurtful things, hurting so much an outsider is still
burning in their fire, words that empty the world of beauty
and safety; how could one person plunge a knife into
the heart of another by such callous remarks?

How did my friend stand such an attack; when just the
report of such altercation causes such shock? Where do
I start to patch my friend’s wounds, how do I start to put
him together again? It is unbelievable that one person
could take a red-hot poker

And plunge it right into the heart of my friend; it is a wonder
he did not bleed to death; I can only share in his pain by my
tears; how could another person tear his feelings to pieces;
trample his emotions underfoot? Can I help him back into the
sun, away from the dark cave of pain

By applying the spikenard of love, anointing his heart with
perfumed incense, washing away all pain with
my tears? Will he accept my offering?