She

She comes resplendent-

To live her nine days;

In benediction, in grace!

To remind us-

And that demon within;

There is succor; If you seek.

There is hope; Should you despair.

There is penance; Is there none who does not sin?

There is life; For it triumphs even death, through the soul.

A moment’s realization

Is enough-

A penitent thought

Can find you a place

Far higher than kings!

A kind deed

Will pay you more than the

Richest man’s coffers.

She comes with this brightness;

This breathtaking promise!

And yet, each year,

We send her back;

After patronizing Her

Those nine days-

Like a guest overstaying Her welcome-

Foolish us!

Relieved She has left.

We become animals again!

Forgetting, She can never leave-

She stays, unacknowledged:

In wait, within us.

We may leave,

But She never can!

26, October, ‘07

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