This is a poem on a topic very close to my heart – namely my friends. Enjoy.
when I asked you for a blessing,
did you send me angels with broken wings?
I do not complain, only,
I do not have the touch to soothe their pain,
or the skills
to stitch them back together again, or
the power to take their grief away.
do you send me guardians, who
negate their own sorrows to comfort mine?
Gracious beings, who, in my struggles,
forget their own; only,
I do not know how to help them,
or what words to say
to save them, or
how my troubles affect them.
do you send me those I least know
how to comfort?
I love them dearly,
I do not know how to tell them,
do not have
the powers to help them, do not
know how to save them.
do you send me angels
with broken wings?