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
Copyright © Carlo Lazzari | Year Posted 2021
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