Tears that couldn’t roll out to wet the cheeks,
Perhaps another Samaritan might just notice.
Aches that the body cannot hold up, The pangs intensify with great flux.
Pains beyond the limits of the dolorimeter,
It’s such that mortals are not configured to bear.
It’s such that the mouth cannot utter,
Seems the more you share, the more the hurt.
But to every man that is hurting,
I pray thee healing,
And the yokes broken by reason of the anointing,
Pix by Onaolapo Bisola