Early morning

If the house is all still,
Why the agitation at the slightest noise?
If there is no longer anything to protect,
Why is everything constantly being protected?
If there is detachment,
Why all the attachment?
In the aftermath of a hurricane,
The humility of a hospital bed calms to a rebirth,
Greater the effort of laying quiet and defeated,
Something whispers amidst the conditions,
A kiss of love and mercy,
A Mother never parting,
Two saints standing,
An earthly father residing in heaven,
And one on a mission of the impossible,
All the while chanting,
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,
Have mercy upon me a sinner.


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