Compassion

Mar 2, 2021 | Poetry

Compassion…
A word with a thousand meanings.
Towards the living, left behind
Or towards those, who fell…
What does it really mean?
For there is a feeling,
I cannot cast into bronze,
I cannot describe with words.
Compassion…
The word to convey feelings,
For those whom we our souls bind.
Yet towards those, bound to dwell.
We cannot enter yet the plains forever green,
Our time bound to faith and what it is revealing.
Eyes blind to see through the curtain of grey icons.
Sweet melody is carried by messengers, our birds.
I can show compassion,
To them defeated…
To show mercy…
Or to them mourning…
‘tis so human, so ashen,
But wounds be treated,
Sins mortal, ever earthly,
Yet hope rises by morning.