I see the glow in children's smiles
I feel the ache of those who cry
I know peace beyond understanding
Recalling days inquiring why-

Why do I hear an unknown song
Familiar only to my soul
Could there be healing in one voice
For making wounded spirits whole

I see a pen glide through the night
Within the dreams of darkened hearts
It dips in golden honeyed truth
For eloquence beseeching art

Sometimes it draws from deeper wells
A pool of liquid languid pain
A blending of all sorrows cast
Where choice of past is wisdom gained

I feel refining fire's flame
Creating gilded treasures fine
Where broken vessels become whole
Reflections of a truth sublime

Intrigued by those who know the fire
I've come to revel in delight
The joy of pain becomes refining
When combined with love and light