Purity

I marvel at you with trembling tears.

You are scoffed at

Laughed at

Spat upon

Stepped on.

You are called weakness, 

ignorant falseness

unfashioned for this world.

A stumbling block to pragmatism.

We never looked you in the eye

yet we knew when you were near…

You were in our way!

If you ever spoke we missed it

For our ears were closed and our eyes shut

We would shout you down with venomous screams

We would raise our mirth ever louder

until nothing could be heard but the sound of our own laughter

and we mistook that for your death as you were nowhere to be seen.

But you had simply walked away.

Shaking your head.

And we danced on the ground where your tears had fallen.

And pummelled your memory into the dust

Then..., like a familiar but long forgotten scene, I saw you passing by...

I saw you and your light shone so brightly on my dimming grey heart -

it stopped

and I could not breathe

I fell

I fell and wept

I fell and wept and wished and cried

and choked and pleaded

and cried and wished

that you would return.

Return and forgive

Return and give

a remembrance,

a word,

a sound,

a flower,

a seed.

Something unbreakable,

Something unstainable,

untamable,

uncontrollably incorruptible

Something even I could not darken.

So you returned

And I marvel at you with trembling tears.