Et Unum Spiritum Sanctum
If I sit still
And feel my heart working
It does something strange,
It asks me to feel for it.
My heart whispers.
How long must I feel for you?
Pound for you,
Break for you?
I beat for you,
I die for you.
Take away this heaving pain
Feel sunshine again
Weave courage if only
From the warp of fantastic loneliness,
From weft of every dark cloud, wring grace.
And your sorrow?
Let it rain.
I felt howling winds of childhood once again
How it split my soul in joy that knew not pain
Those paper boats now soak in deep drains
My soggy mind accepts
It will never feel that way again...
Accept with courage
For this too, must be lived
In and out each and every day
Plucked from cloudy yesterday
The dreams of youthful eyes
Dulled, perhaps they died
But a fire remains.
In the embers
Of resilience
The mind, the heart, the brain
Comprise a whole,
Perhaps we call it guts? Or soul?
What matters a mere name,
When sparks ablaze, rekindled,
Softly crackles and says,
Shanti.
Et Unum Spiritum Sanctum....
Let it rain...
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