Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

A Tranquility Ascending (The Last Breath)

The great and small make the mass,
The fighting for the peace should last.
Human contradictions which make whole-
the conflicting pain and ambitions of the soul.
Let the last breath sigh forgiveness and understanding
And the tortured mind give into a tranquility ascending-
The habits of life grow into chains that bind against truth-
Resist by nurturing the minds ability, to find paths of growth.


1 comment:

  1. Hi Jameela. I like almost all of your poems, but I really like this one.