Soft Smile

sifting through sadness

Some are wounded into hate.
How that must break Your Heart;
You Who Love us so, and know
that although pain we can’t escape,
our wounding can lead us into Love.

I have known You long and well enough
to have been wounded into Love,
and wearied into Your Waiting Arms.
For all life’s harms and treacheries, still
You woo me, and I pray You will always
be the Soft Smile deep inside my sadness.

Through the harsh din of unkindness, may you find your Soft Smile deep within. 
Audacious Peace and Unrelenting Love,
~ Cheryl Anne