In Sympathy
by: Padmore Agbemabiese

we are born fighters
where birth marks a beginning
the tombstone a destination

between them— the quiet whispers of our souls
cached like a secret note
on a quiet journey

and when we finally surrender
whatever it was we always chased
our pain distills
all suffering into purity

removed from this ecstatic struggle
we step through
the soul’s quixotic looking glass
where our body’s chaff separates from the soul’s grain

there we feel the comfort of letting go
into His warm heart
God’s gift to us— of peace, of oneness,
of harmony not grasped until now

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