The Empaths Rest
Empath's agonized days of tears,
when children die and humanity suffers,
their hearts heave and grieve.
The empaths rest as angels hover,
In the starry presence of God.
A balm for their lament,
to sleep, to dream,
of a peaceful Earth,
of more benevolence come morning. ~
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