Contemplations

Tortured souls surround me
Deprived of love they weep
Hurting, needing, crying
Searching for completion

Pain drives them on
Destructively they labour
Desperate to fade their pain
All attempts though futile

While of God's love I know
A grace so hard to face
Love that soothes my soul
Selfishly I drink it up

Still all around the world weeps
In tears of silent agony
All for want of the love I know
Love that yearns to be shared

Yet still I'm scared
Still I stop and judge
What if I stopped and loved?