The breeze whispers in the silence
I stir and weakly waft it away
It beckons to me in its insistence
I tell it now is not the day.
Like all who have preceded me,
I could too follow that lost way,
I’d rather draw its strength to me
And let me say what I must say.
Perhaps my heart will be finally true
I trust to find the words if I may
But I am certain what I must do
For today will always be the day.
To write the unread poem
To sing the unsung song
To tell the untold story
To live the unlived life.
And perhaps comfort the lost
Or perhaps salve a broken wound
Perhaps shine a light of love
Hopefully in a life of another.
Unconsciously we crafted a moment
Where we stopped time for a time
And met each other once again
To resume an everlasting serenity.
I thought I was merely speaking
Wasted words and actions repeating
Yet as I spoke to the others I could see
You were listening, listening completely to me.
And your listening created a unity
That quietly and ever so gently
Reached out and enveloped me
And when you spoke I too was set free.
And now together in that moment
That passes through both you and me
How could there ever be torment?
In a peace we thought we would never see.
Yet we still have that moment spoken
Though the next was lost through me
Yet that first is always unbroken
As the sun by the sky touches the sea.
And even that moment lasts a second
So short that it demands to be mourned
Having now flowed away to the past
But in its shadow of light a new one is waiting.
So we know there will be another
Which we will fashion together
Whether impossible or difficult
Or greater than before.
So let us craft another moment
Not a minute stilted and still
But a thread between hearts
That flows forward to an everlasting one.
You seek your love from this life,
He seeks you from another
Search for your lover in this life
And he will find you as an other.
Love the lover and let the lover love you,
Let that love complete its first circle,
Past begun and future continued
Know that your love called love forth.
Those who would come to kill
Fear we have an invisible spark
Yet it's our fear that keep us still
And so our light dies in the dark.
In Paris and Beirut and elsewhere
In the midst of all that is terrible
One with another starts to share
That lighting of a spark invisible
Once it's seen the pursuers' eyes melt
For they know they will see death's mark
Conquered by hope and love heartfelt
Kindled by an invisible indivisible spark.
I waited for the good things to come
And so bidden waited my time
And watched the good fortune of others
My patience spurned turned resentful
I set forth to gain the good things alone
To conquer and suborn all before me
And through their thrall reward myself
But gaining my aims meant I only won alone
I blinded myself with light too bright
I deafened myself with sound too loud
All the gorging of the senses
Left me bled white on white
Then I chose to seek good for others
Wishing to be rewarded myself
Surrendered to all who asked me
But received tributes to no avail
I thought all causes so noble
Would nourish and nurture me full
My service turned to exhaustion
All my strength spent in sad travail
And so spent I found peace and tranquility
Time enough for wisdom to visit and say
It’s folly to die for your desire alone
And profligate to die for others in vain
But that paradox left me with a question
To which wisdom smiled and then answered
She told me the good I sought in others
Always had and would reside in me
And without me asking again
She told me to discern and thus learn
That to possess the good in all for all
Means I live for myself and then for others