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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Cry of the Heart

The
Heart is right to cry

Even when the smallest drop of light
Of love
Is taken away

Perhaps you may kick, moan, scream
In a dignified
Silence

But you are so right
To do so in any fashion

Until God returns
To

You
                                                Hafiz
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the heart
cannot help but cry
when Sacred love seems absent

it screams
most oft
in dignified silence

this cry of the heart
rending and tearing
the fabric of the soul

hidden behind
every day tasks
and genial exchanges
with people similarly torn

is the Sacred gone?
absent

no
the Sacred is always within
patiently waiting for us
to stop our
desperate protests
and notice

that she
had never
left

and taste
the smallest drop
of
love

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