Let me weep for you
Let me weep for you, my brother.
Let me hold you, my sister,
your aching heart beating against the rhythm of my own,
our tears mingling,
our ancient angers pooled red around our feet.
And when our hearts dry and our tears slow,
may we see in one another’s eyes
all the truths of love and sorrow
etched upon our broken hearts
and written in a common language
not of gods, but of our love.
(Gretta Vosper, a-theist minister of the United Chruch of Canada in Toronto)