A Tribute to All Who Have Suffered
By Don Iannone

Let the gentle being
that you most deeply are
fill the missing pieces
begging for the touch
of a loving hand.

May the many parts of you
grow together in harmony
like a beautiful tapestry
floating
in pure sunlight.

May each new breath you take
lull you high above the clouds
where peace lies waiting
to kiss away the tears
for so long you've cried.

And may magical harps play
familiar sweet lullabies
that wove threads of hope
into the soul
of the precious child within you.