Song of my Humanity

What does it really mean to be human, and what beauty can abide in it?

Song of my Humanity ~

 

Darkness pours down upon my flesh-

and I find no words to comfort me.

In distress I feel the profound risk-

an agony just like Hades-

 

Soundless pain drifts through my soul,

my heart is lit by seaman's lightings,

the torch in the wind blows like a flame,

until deep peace befalls me . . .

 

I am drifting by, slowly yearning,

seeking a  newfound, hidden life,

but in my unique, unworldly thoughts,

what has become my pride-

a sensual and a languid drifting . . .

of a beauty undefined,

grabs my tired dendrites.

 

My soul again is lifted, as I touch it-

that profound enemy, that lovers kiss-

of humanity rushing o'er me . . .

 

And I drift by, deeply yearning,

pining for its sweet lost love,

as my distress leaves me in the crux,

of the rushing,  waters,

and I feel God's grace wash over me,

reminding me of my home-

the one that is my human abiding,

human side who transforms my love,

and recreates my agony-

into a beauty, sweetly undefined . . .

 

The human pain, the human love,

has made me what I am today,

and for that I am proud to sing the song,

of my true humanity . . .