Poem: The Heart Is Right To Cry - Bedlam Farm Journal
The heart is right to cry, when even the smallest drop of light, is taken away, When even the smallest drop of love, goes cold. We may kick and stamp our feet, and scream in protest, Once a day, in the morning, the donkeys and I will speak in the silent language, we look into each others eyes, and they say to me, "Hey, friend," we see you know the joy and wonder of our existence, this will free you from the earthly thing, from the sorrows and worries of people."