If we deserve a force so true,
To nourish love, make it renew,
A strength to strive, never to bend,
A bridge where disbelief can end.
The pious seem untouched by stain,
But even the wicked feel the rain.
If we must judge with hearts laid bare,
Let worthiness be all we share.
Seek no evil, hear the cries within,
For even in darkness, light can begin.
Those who seem lost, there’s a plight,
A hidden wound, veiled from sight.
I think their hearts, if we could know,
Would echo tales of long ago.
For they are bound by threads unseen,
Though buried deep, a hope serene.
They cry, though words may fail to tell,
The weight of exile, a sorrow's spell.
Like landslides, floods that tear and fray,
Leaving souls numb, come what may.
When chaos breaks, and they awake,
In corners of life, for goodness sake.
Leading to paths where shadows roam,
Influenced by forces far from home.
Yet find no malice, no heart of stone,
But embers of kindness, yet to be known.
The soul, unyielding, knows no bounds,
It carries on, where life resounds.
It bears the weight of what's to be,
Overcoming trials, wild and free.
No one can say with hand so sure,
How to mend a thief, make them pure?
What words should echo, true and deep?
What act of grace can promises keep?
Whatever words our spirits lend,
Whatever deeds our hands extend,
For him, the thief, let love ignite,
A tender hand to guide his flight.
For none can steal what we embrace,
The warmth of heart, in every place.
Nor can this feeling fade away,
A chance remains, come what may.
Love, like a magnet, pulls us near,
With a force that conquers fear.
To it, all souls are drawn with grace,
By fate and hope, in time and space.
**The bond of love, a sacred art**,
A strength to heal a fractured heart.
Stronger than any thread so frail,
Uniting all, beyond the veil.
In love, in loss, in shadows cast,
A promise that our souls hold fast.
