What shall I do ,the widow asked her friend.
I feel this knife inside my heart again
What can I do to make my sorrow end
What can I do to stop the bloody pain?
Do nothing, the sweet friend gently replied
Your task is to accept your own despair
The wisdom in your mind will work,she sighed.
Your body hurts and for such pain we care.
Sit here and count the daisies i n the lawn
No need to talk or even think or will.
As in this peaceful sitting for a day
Your mind will rest and hope and trust may call.
Receptive to the shivering, daisied fields,
The heart releases; to its grace we yield
How my heart sings 