| Tuesday, May 25, 2004 |
| HAVE MERCY ON ME, MY SOUL |
WHY are you weeping, my Soul?
Knowest thou my weakness?
Thy tears strike sharp and injure,
For I know not my wrong.
Until when shalt thou cry?
I have naught but human words
To interpret your dreams,
Your desires, and your instructions.
Look upon me, my Soul; I have
Consumed my full life heeding
Your teachings. Think of how
I suffer! I have exhausted my
Life following you.
My heart was glorying upon the
Throne, but is now yoked in slavery;
My patience was a companion, but
Now contends against me;
My youth was my hope, but
Now reprimands my neglect.
Why, my Soul, are you all demanding?
I have denied myself pleasure
And deserted the joy of life
Following the course which you
Impelled me to pursue.
Be just to me, or call DEATH
To unshackle me,
For Justice is your glory.
Have mercy on me, my Soul.
You have laden me with Love until
I cannot carry my burden. You and
Love are inseparable might; Substance
And I are inseparable weakness.
Will e'er the struggle cease
Between the strong and the weak?
Have mercy on me, my Soul.
You have shwon me Fortune beyond
My grasp. You and Fortune abide on
The mountain top; Misewry and I are
Abandoned together in the pit of
The valley. Will e'er the mountain
And the valley unite?
Have mercy on me, my Soul.
You have showm me Beauty, but then
Concealed her. You and Beauty live
In the light; Ignorance and I are
Bound together in the dark. Will
E'er the ligth invade DARKNESS?
Your delight comes with the ENDING,
And you revel now in anticipation;
But this body suffers with life
While life in life.
This, my Soul, is Perplexing.
In the silence of the night you visit
The Beloved and enjoy the sweetness of
His presence. This body ever remains
The bitter victim of HOPE and SEPARATION.
This, my SOUL, is AGONIZING TORTURE.
HAVE MERCY ON ME, MY SOUL!
(from the wisdom of Khalil Gibran) |
| posted by infraternam meam @ 12:03 PM |
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