the good words sarah shared
sang me to sleep
cradling my tired heart
with sisterly care
and softening my cynical
frame of mind
i remember how i saw
the great cathedral once
scrimmed in scaffolding
as inch by painstaking inch
the workmen sandblasted
centures of smoke from
its ornate facade until
one day the stained faces
of the saints shone bright again
in the morning sun
so suffering scours us, she said
finding the features hidden
under fear and transforming them
into faces likewise shining
with dawning wonder
and so we, too, walk
in the way of saints
