An unfinished poem for Thanksgiving. An attempt to include digital language, for which I am grateful (as one of the obscured or "disguised" gifts.)
Escribo para vaciar mi mente y llenar mi corazón.--- Paulo Coelho
THAT I MAY ...
Vacate this tormented eye
that stares at savaged lives,
and fill all that is empty
in this arid and old heart
with what I pray is still left
of that spark that makes me
call myself a standing man
unbowed and still unafraid.
Thank you, for all these gifts,
Seignor, however obscured
they have become in disguises
I will try to understand. Merci.
That I may finally fill my heart
with the vigour of this Mind.
Salamat. Namaste. Shalom. <3 font="">
--Albert B. Casuga
Escribo para vaciar mi mente y llenar mi corazón.--- Paulo Coelho
THAT I MAY ...
Vacate this tormented eye
that stares at savaged lives,
and fill all that is empty
in this arid and old heart
with what I pray is still left
of that spark that makes me
call myself a standing man
unbowed and still unafraid.
Thank you, for all these gifts,
Seignor, however obscured
they have become in disguises
I will try to understand. Merci.
That I may finally fill my heart
with the vigour of this Mind.
Salamat. Namaste. Shalom. <3 font="">
--Albert B. Casuga
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