“Juan Gris” by Amedeo Modigliani , 1915
Written August 2010;
audio added April 2018
This is for those of us who weep,
Whose tears hasten the blush of new blooms
For the young ones, the elders, for all our relations
For the pain that punctuates this planet we call Home
For the slings and arrows that have pierced us
time and again and again
Yet will never breach
our deepest reservoirs of compassion,
This is for us
This is for those of us who feel,
For whom shuttering cracked and wounded hearts
is not an option
We who will not go meekly into the dark night
Will neither squander our light for the sake
of a transient comfort
Nor cloak ourselves in intellectual posturing
and mental whirligigging,
For those of us whose feelings guide
our most authentic actions,
For whom sadness and joy, disheartenment and elation
Join in a riotous…
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