““Give me this gift, an understanding heart That I may comfort souls along the way. On wings of mercy, let my words convey Tidings that heal and bless when tear drops start. May this gift be of me so much a part That eloquence will brighten every day. (The inner knowing of just what to say And when to say it is a master art.) In all my striving let my heart discern When silence is the greater need, When just to listen while a soul is freed Of pent-up yearnings fosters hope's return. Words can best fill their embassy of peace After the burdened heart has found release.””
