You still inhabit this world, walking the fields, looking for another coming. We need but open our doors to you and you enter into our lives.
Let me wander like you, available, peace-bringing.
If I drag with me three of my own woe-stones, I may easily find a brother or sister with four, five, and more. Grant me strength to carry more, and more again, as I walk and wander these fields.
Lessened woe. Increased joy. How more can I bring these things?