Love speaks truth into the darkest heart Where ministering angels stir the soul's delight. Interred till now beneath a bitter night, Released this day from bleak resentment's art. Love, reach deep even though we are apart. Dismantle lies and give me sacred sight; Illuminate those wounds born of spite. Forgiveness sighs, then wakes with a start. The strand which connects all fathers has led me to one Whose poems sing praise to God's own truth revealed Through the Holy Spirit, Mary, and the Son. A father's heart, so tender, is concealed Until that inner angel's work is done And a daughter's vision, through heavenly grace, is healed.