Sunday, April 26, 2015


how do we rise to understand the crush of land upon land
cracks crevasses
fissures shards
ordinary hours turn to bones yard
no concept really or measure of the grief
distance allows this numbness I think
do we wager
our fortune upon heavens call
do we sink to our knees
do we pray at all?
and who answers the message
who stands in the light
who holds danger away with fists clenched tight
who tenders the wounded, the weary, the lost
to find safe slumbers beyond the days cost?

find its heroes
despite tragedies toll
may dharma shine bright
may solace be whole
an ease for all sorrows
may compassion abound
a balm to a country 
where Holy is found

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