wrath mounting to the surface
in deepfelt indignation
over lack of respect
though nothing of the sort
is to be expected
where the sacred is not held
in reverence
only faked piety
in the place of fear
anything
where suffering rules
no more
what emerge
is more
than anything
of gratitude
and grace
set
subtle pain
under subtle rain
announcing different directions
than where the mind was set
claiming flexibility and care
vaults
throwing inwards
cascades of light
illuminating vault after vault
of mysteries
while carefully keeping secret
the mystery of light itself
homeless
knowing better
is a sad kind of attitude
all the more
that it can only provoke
a sad kind of solitude
where the spirit is homeless
and the heart barren
dissemination
when blaming is
no more
mercy might disseminate
where prejudices have ruled
erosion
being told
incessantly
life would be different
if only
is slowly eroding
integrity
leaving no space for faith
to settle
inequity
interventions
around the soul
are always both powerful
and delicate
purifying inequity
a task of humility
and grace
conversion
engaging into gratitude
where despair has ruled
is a conversion of interest
though
an interest all the same
profusion
the dissolution of
an intimate conviction
through tears of
exhaustion
while spring is unfolding
in all its
profusion