Painting by Georges Seurat

I’m not a writer,
My words are just dots of soul
Made with tears and smiles.

They form the portrait of a
Woman going her own way.

Love them, Lord
when I’m unable to.
Teach me compassion
that I can love
them as you do.
Lead us all into
the path of
love and light.

Love them, Lord,
when I’m unable to.