give me words hard hewn from granite grief,
scented with wisdom locked away, moth eaten and holy,
give me a soft face, scoured by salt, and ready to laugh,
weathered by many others, turned upwards ready for light.

give me grace filled silence to hear redundant despair,
patience to stay caught only in a friend's care,
give me a new words to share, one upon one
until a house is built where tears are welcome and pain no more.