in the midst of this tranquility,
where only the faint whisper
of the wind consumes the senses,
and the soft ripples of water,
slowly disturbed by the rafter,
i have been broken to the simple truth:
that in the finiteness of my being,
and the vastness of the world
that cradles me,
i am merely a child,
of the heavens that
has bequeathed my humanity.
for here, in this moment,
suspended in poignant silence,
and beautiful poetry,
i have known
that the simple melody
of sounds that seem to echo
melancholy,
is what keeps my heart breathing.
and that i,
after being consumed
with sadness so profund,
can still love.
and be loved in return.
