Let it be a dream
this pain, this disappointment
a fleeting memory
in the growing light of dawn
Let it be a weed
that is turned over, turned under
to make room
for all that is good and growing
Let it be set afire
so that after the burning cools
wisdom remains
and warms the room with love
Have compassion,
for one day of affliction is a year
and each year
becomes a far heavier burden
Have mercy–
what is dust compared to mountains
yet with grace
even dust can reflect the light of stars