Groans

 

In the breaths blown in bewildering beliefs

sorrow soaked saying summon the deepest grief,

poured from the lips through soft,  deep groans

as the gasps in self’s truest essence,

a petition sung for relief and rest,

tethered to the heart by passion’s strings

coming as the voice resounding in touching tones

what is the ethereal wind dwelling in the spirit.

 

It flows so gently calling for mercy,

seeking the wisp of divine breeze

to heal and restore a wounded life.

 

And in the awkwardness of lament

is spent the yearnings so intently burning inside,

that this life, this rare and precious waft in time,

might know the greatest sound,

which can be sung in sweetest melodies

if love is the echo

coming from the soul

by praise for purpose found at last,

when words become a celebration

instead of mournful phrase.