The part of me that tells me I have lost
all that is most important – which is You –
and that I’m nothing but a leaf that’s tossed
no matter what in my brief life I do;
the part of me that thinks of me as doomed,
with all my prospects near to being gone,
and with a fear of futures is consumed
and sees itself as nothing but a pawn,
is not the part in which I place my trust:
that part can’t speak for all of me, the whole–
if I’m a world, then it’s the flaky crust,
but there are depths of earth, and sea, and soul.
No part of me encapsulates me wholly,
but wholeness comes through You, Love, who are holy.


Mario A. Pita

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