Pain

Is it right to be insensitive to pain

To trod over another and not notice

Even the angel noticed the prophets tears 

Do not cry, there is a hope, love is hard

Symbolized in a slaughtered Lamb

Broken, bloody because we reject a gift

Given so freely and easily if we receive

The love of God is hard to take in

Hard to display, because it asks more of us

To be more, to give more, to die daily to self

And that is the hardest part, to think of another

Hold them first, not see it as a weakness

But abundant love broken open for all