Yes, there is suffering

mourningdove

Yes, there is suffering
And most of it we do not see.

And yet I wonder
how much of it we carry
inside
by the the breath
that is the air
that is the Wind
that connects us

Wind
un-spooling itself
across Ocean’s
great span of pewter
with fin-less sharks
bleeding blood
atop its waves

Wind
catching on
Mountain’s grand granite wrapped white
with featherless birds
grounded and silent
in smoldering black
barren-ness

Wind
en-wrapping
City’s concrete prisms
buzzing and sparking
then blasted to ruin
with grey ashes
falling
a snow in September

a hungry child hums of teapots and posies
a veiled woman prays Hail Mary on wooden beads shiny as chestnuts
a tortured man begs for mercy, knowing none will come
All touched and part of the invisible Wind

We swallow the Wind
We swallow the suffering we do not see.
It is ours to bear.
And yet, we sing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s