Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Untitled Meditation

Hail Mary, Full of Grace
See these tears upon my face
The world's at war, and so am I
We hear the pain and wonder why
Called to lightness by your Son
We forsake the Call and shun
Fellow man and ignore the few
Good messengers speaking true
I want to hope, pray and believe
That we could find peace and harmony
Through the great gift I often scorn
Brought down from heaven on a Christmas morn
I cannot see, my eyes are weak
When I look to find the poor, sick and meek
I long to show a love so pure
So free, divine, devoid of censure
But I am human and only one
and still struggle to know the gift of your Son.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace
See these tears upon my face
I long to see the world at peace
To see these struggles finally cease
Help me to believe it's true
That God can use the tarnished, too

A little poem I wrote a few days after Christmas. I'm not Catholic and I'm not sure why the Hail Mary started this off. Though one of my favorite pieces was a prayer-turned-aria of a Hail Mary-based poem written by an 18-year-old Polish girl detained in an Gestapo holding cell during World War II. Perhaps that was the subconscious inspiration. Anyway, it's not much -I am no poet laureate- but it's honest and for some reason it stuck with me.

Merry Christmas.
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