You place hope within their hands - ode to a mediator

It is late within the the morning
the pain is plain to see.
You are looking for compassion,
but it's grief that holds the key.

Grief for a friend thats vanished,
in the conflict that has grown.
Grief for the flood of feelings,
some so difficult to own.

As you work your every fibre,
seeks the strands of common ground.
You garner light from within darkness
as that’s where the truth abounds.

But, truth is a fragile vessel,
as you bring it into sight.
So long within the darkness it may
fragment when brought to light.

So you’re gentle as you place it
on the table, like a gift.
That you place before the parties’.
Could it help them heal their rift?

You watch as they unwrap it,
their own words, in a new package.
But you know that as they view it,
they are bringing their own baggage.

You have no power to affect changes,
that is not within your gift.
But it is joyous when you sense them,
make that one vital shift.

Your presence in this situation
brings hope, that things might mend.
As you place that hope in their hands
there’s a chance conflict might end.