It is not an easy thing
The writing of these words
There is no effort of trying
Flowing from whence they come
To where they goI am busy with a thief
That would steal them
That scoundrel is a constant irritation
My vigilance prevents stray thoughts
So, he is also a blessingThe writing of these words
Is not an easy thing for me
I am still
And cannot stop the lovingIn that room
But not in that time
In that room
But not in that place
In the endless loving
That will not stop
That cannot stop
The endless loving
Moves on and on
Through and throughI am here
In the great ruin
It is making of meA thousand times
I have reached out
And touched the truth
Each caress a new devastation
I am never prepared
To see such beautyIt is not an easy thing
Sitting in this room of ruin
Where the departed remain
Each tear and smile over the years
Continues its work
I am the victim
In this lovingO, poor creature am I
Spilling tears of gratitude and joy
My trust runs deep
I can’t help not to
I am too vulnerable
To the startling beauty
And fierce compassion
I have no will
To resist the ruiningI awoke on the cross of the world
Every where I look
Death and horror and violence
Are dancing
Cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand
With love and beauty and joy
It is beyond pain
Beyond ecstasyIt is not an easy thing
My body is a three year old child
With a leg taken by a shell of hatred
And eyes blinded by the shrapnel
Of ethnic cleansing
My heart a fine filigree
Of radiant luminous gold
Illuminates the loving
Beyond this violent tragedy
Where majesty blooms
Beyond my comprehension
In a field of skulls and bones
Mothers and daughters
Fathers and sons
Every moment in this boundlessness
Is not an easy thingIt is the only thing
Moving on
Into the next moment of ruin
As life eats
And renews itself
And the loving
Does not stop
Cannot stopJ Harper
Image – Creations by Dawn
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