To the broken I’d have little to say
If not I’m broken first
For I’d be unable to see the need
The hunger and the thirst.

The tears would still not move me much
And longsuffering would yet be still
Lest I learned the depth of pain
That paralyzes and sears.

I cannot give what I’ve not had
Words bring empty help
But eyes that see from valleys dark
Can rub the balm in well.

(June 17, 2015)