A Mystical Poem

I wrote this poem the next day I arrived in NIGER, West Africa on September 5th, 2007... Revisiting now that powerful moment when SEEING myself in all.

LETTER to MYSELF

By Cezarina Trone

www.cezarinatrone.com

My Beloved Father, my Mother, my brother, my sister,

my lover, my friend and my child...

Your LOVE is a powerful lighthouse

sitting on the highest cliff at the edge of the Universe.

Your laser light pierces my heart in places unknown.

You're performing surgery on my very soul --

These tears are not for anyone to see

for only you collect them

in the flowing river of human devotion. They wash me

from inside out... Most blessed I am to see you now

in a different world, to hear you speak in a new prayer

language at the mosque, to tremble within at your

majestic posture as you walk by each day

dressed in African clothes,
carrying a heavy load on your head.

My Beloved father, my Mother, my brother, my sister,

my lover, my friend and my child...

I bow before you within this small hand

scribbling poetic words on paper

in a desperate need to breathe your love

as air in my lungs, to be filled with your divine essence

to the brink of exhaustion, that I may fall asleep

every night in your healing embrace,

that I may wake up every morning

into your new day to uncover

my deep love for you once again.