If I Could Only Be

If I Could Only Be

If I’d be a healer in your life;
sparing you all it’s wrath;
removing a bit of your strife;
healing your troubled past.

If I’d only make you smile;
your pressures; all release;
you’d feel good for a while;
and your soul, be at peace.

But that isn’t the gift I’m given;
I cannot heal your pain;
leading me, to frustration, driven;
I can’t be a source of gain.

I’m commissioned by the Artist;
there to give the Master a hand;
I’m certainly not the smartest;
just crafting words He planned.

Words I write; not meant to heal;
with energy within from above;
instead, they’re coded to reveal;
the surety of the Master’s Love.

Growth never occurs without pain;
and sorrow with Wisdom, too.
I have no effect on your loss or gain;
but, can only His Love, imbue.

I’m not at all what I’d like to surmise;
for, it’s only a fool’s life I live.
I am the tears of Love in your eyes;
for, my tears are all I’ve to give.

Monty  10/24/21.    # 768