Ah, Denying Vulnerability
Ah, denying vulnerability is widely acceptable
and this thought is steeped in the minds of the very young,
who are certain to remain invincible and sane...
by not avoiding all that's shameful and wrong!
Is their variable ego a denial of mortality?
Why do they seem so overconfident and insane,
defying everyone in the manner they live?
They too must die, but it's horrible to die alone!
Ah, ignoring vulnerability is cruel and cold:
it's loving oneself with greed and not share,
instead of being humble and not own gold;
I saw this in myself, not being full aware
of the selfishness that swelled inside without kindness!
Why couldn't I been grateful to anybody who had loved me:
not for what I had inherited, but for having being me?
Has anybody ever felt compassion or sympathy towards me?
Ah, mocking vulnerability was mortifying God who wouldn't speak
to me... I had no faith to command words to come forth,
as no purity was found in me to nourish a spirit so weak!
Any disappointments or heartbreaks would have taught me that lesson of worth,
if I had let go of temptation, desire and unnecessary need!
Why did I look at the sadness of an unhappy soul instead of seeking a divine light...
when the taciturn sky wasn't disquieted by thunder or oncoming fright?
Ah, neglecting vulnerability is doing away with the pain that Christ Himself partook!
Can anybody with a brush without inspiration...create a breathtaking masterpiece?
Can a good person defile the writings by the Prophets of the Holy Book?
And can one be holy by harboring evil thoughts against those old enemies?
In the same way I conducted myself depriving myself of a good deed,
relentlessly seeking honors that truly defined my corrupt morality,
thus, refusing to humble myself, I rose above God by sheer vanity;
with less human values, and by means of hostility, I denied my vulnerability.
Ah, accepting vulnerability can make a sad heart sing of heavenly happiness
take their trembling, feeble hands and guide them to the shining Gate:
you must lead them to Heaven and let them God surrounded by angels!
Forget your wretchedness and halt the fury and animosity of your hate
learn to smile again, and be that messenger who proclaims salvation!
Don't ever remember the amassed riches of a lonely, tormented soul,
and by watching them, made you fear thieves would have stolen them all;
accept death, don't deny your vulnerability...love while you live and you won't fall!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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