(for Carmen)

Breathe deeply, gentle soul.
One blink will release the pain,
Carried down your cheek in a single teardrop.
Wipe away the hurt
With the back of your hand,
And lay to rest the questions and pleas.
Some eyes were not designed
To see beauty so fragile;
Some hearts were not built
To withstand truth.
From this day
Until the moment you cry your last tear,
Let your weeping be
For those who do not see your light,
Do not know enough to come close
So they can bask in its warmth.
Breathe deeply, gentle soul.
The air is pure and clean
On your mountain of truth and beauty.

©1998 Gail Von Schlichting


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