Too Much

Too many tears have fallen,
Liquid regret, poured onto barren soil.
Seeping into the packed earth,
It burns. Fueled by a wounded hearts oil.

Too much heart blood has been spilled.
Crimson rivers, filling lakes of sorrow.
Bitter is the soul it feeds,
Distended on all of our tomorrows.

Too much hatred rips the flesh.
A thousand tiny cuts. Each one made worse,
By the rusty blade of indifference.
Please God, can you heal this curse?

More joy, more hope, more beauty,
More thought for how the other is feeling.
I ask you God - bring it forth,
Gift to each person a time of healing.