Cosmopolite

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits the o'er wrought heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare

My heart is maimed!

As are all human hearts,

Not wholly this or that,

But wrought

Iron weight of purest love,

Oppressive burden.

Static sparks noise in the attic,

Earth’s tragic dilemma

Wrapped me in concertina wire,

Estranged but not estranged I stand,

All comprehending.

Mercy the wellspring of joy, peace, and serenity.

My scion fused in its strength,

Knitted in hushed charity

Understanding,

Bouquet of fleeting beauty

Broken but sacred in its plenty.

Vultus of mercy, in its difficult silence,

Contains sweet light

For all Cosmopolite.