The
Heart is right to cry
Even when the smallest drop of light
Of love
Is taken away
Perhaps you may kick, moan, scream
In a dignified
Silence
But you are so right
To do so in any fashion
Until God returns
To
You
Hafiz
the heart
cannot help but cry
when Sacred love seems absent
it screams
most oft
in dignified silence
this cry of the heart
rending and tearing
the fabric of the soul
hidden behind
every day tasks
and genial exchanges
with people similarly torn
is the Sacred gone?
absent
no
the Sacred is always within
patiently waiting for us
to stop our
desperate protests
and notice
that she
had never
left
and taste
the smallest drop
of
love
Dancing Faith 