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
Picture courtesy: Google images,
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