Analysis of FULLNESS A CANDLKE LIT UPON THE WORLD

I live under the glare of a star
detached from the short earthly path
attached to the love of true life
in the mystical bed of eternity.

The hours were of the time consumed,
lonely passage to worlds of vain chimeras,
path already traced to foreseen destination
where tonight's rumba ends.

From vain prosaic ties free, the soul
his infinite journey without hesitation undertakes
beyond so much pain and so much death,
only seeks strength in the quietness of Peace
to be his carrier pigeon of good will
that somewhere in the world God awaits

A most delightful journey
A song to You,
my nest to roost in ways I cannot reckon.
A song to let the pen dispense
 sweet strokes and lines
and rhythms for you to feel like incense
caressing the corners of your land.

To let it be a journey of life
 through the fertile valley
of your skin divine.
 To let it devour the geography
 of your thoughts of mine akin.

A poem to be for all a sacred temple,
an angel painted on its dome,
a place to call the world to sermon,
and yet, for me, alone to read.

For in verse, I would become,
by a muse so gently tamed,
 my most glorious tale,
for all who love, to hear and say.

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A Candle Lit Upon The World Manhattan

New York 911 2001

¡Pass the torch...! the trembling hand
stretched, my candle lit another candle
and so a thousands more ignited
at our services today.
For this little flame upon the melting wax,
 a message sent across the pews to all in pray,
 in our humble church of Bethlehem.

And it felt so mystic and celestial
to pass the torch with love and faith,
 for in this land of ours,
 is the candle in our hand today,
 the glowing light for all who perished
 in the skies above and those in deepest caves entombed. Pass the torch my friend!
Pass it well
beyond the temple of your faith,
 for it is the candle lit upon the world today
the last farewell to those
who went to eternal rest
and us all who must begin to live again.

Just an instant

An instant was of light of summer dawn
 and blue of hope upon the sky...
 and then no more but doom and fury
of hell upon the land.
A cloud of death for us all
 to walk the path of no return.
The empire is grieving,
our souls in ashes drown,
friends, brothers, soul's unknown,
posthumous cry from far beyond
a plight of rescue call us all,
 to live again and roar with fury unleashed
 only God can hear
us in our pain from the horror of today.

On to war

Do not rejoice in battle,
the midst of fury unleashed,
Agfan in flames
or Taliban destroyed.
Marching on today we must
not to seek revenge,
or match the reign of horror
launched on fateful day,
but to find the way
to see the face of evil
in its cave of hell
and feel the grip of death
and rescue life itself.
For the time has come
to let the well
of our faith run beyond
the roots of Bin Laden.
To kill the beast, we must,
for in the killing
the sword of justice thrust,
an eternal dawn
will come of light
for Islam and for us all.