Blind Girl Praying In a Refugee Camp

Your face of light and graces Pushes the darkness To remote places The eye is tinged with happiness By sensing metaphysical phases Moving their sharp boundaries to infinite tenderness Sitting on a mossy rock in the grove Kidnapped by His love You listen at the falling pine cone With your heart outstretched as a dove To the Supreme guiding your blind sore A stream spies on your transcendence In that botanical flagrance The shadow of the dark oak’s silence Protecting your ecstatic prayer of penance While the guards shout words of vengeance Your peace kidnapped by the Highest, Your fragile limbs invigorated by Him nearby Joyful in the greenish meadow of the tents For Him everlasting love While from the barracks, an ominous tone Frightens the flight of the silent dove You serve indefatigable the peace and the joy Sensing the turmoil of orphan children Lifting the sorrow around you with the fairy story Caressing the hands of widows by sorrow hidden Your spiritual journey never pierced by the past Retrieving from the camp the poor and the outcast Stretching your blindness beyond wired gates Then gliding into the eagle flight to link what separates