Have mercy on those not at home;
who cannot find their way into life,
caught between the demands
of those offering only comfort in times of war
and the voices wanting only to name the disaster.
Pronouncements are not easily recieved
by the ones fixated upon the one, true path.
Imagine all suffering slowly dissolving itself
into the mystical heart of comprehension,
the home of radical hospitality,
where a passing interest opens the way
for anger to fade into the place of dissipation.
Have mercy on the undissolved.