Cross of caring

The cross of caring can be light,
when order holds the day,
and yet be crushing, in the night,
of bitterness and rage.
We care and that means loving,
we hold, we reach, connect,
and so are bound eternally;
until someone rejects.
In times of cruel abandonment,
for reasons hardly known,
it's love which crucifies us,
with feelings brutal nails.
The curse within a precious gift,
means hurt does hold the hand,
of joy in all relationships;
and both together stand.
Remembering in deepest pain,
that just a step away,
waits reconciliation's glue;
the broken, then re-made.