Somehow The Softness

Somehow the Softness
of Spirit still rises
amidst all that is hard
and harsh and crass;
in spite of dour faces,
selfish quests of greed,
races for perceived power,
and brutal theft of Life and Dignity.

Somehow the Softness
of Spirit still whispers
in the gentle unrolling
of weary grey sky
and warm blankets
of melancholy which cover
all but courageous eye and ear,
exposed just enough
to see sorrow and hear
cries for mercy;
the common bond
of all bound by gravity,
awaiting a lighter, brighter Tomorrow.

Somehow the Softness
of Spirit still sings
in the hospitality
of a child’s innocent heart;
in sonnet, art, and symphony,
and Divine Charity’s
distinct unconditionality;
Hope’s Eternal Plea.

Somehow the Softness
of Spirit still lives in me;
reaching, touching tenderly
this fleeting, fragile moment
where a single Seed of Purity
rests in the silent certainty
of Reality; redeemed
and washed with Truth.

Somehow the Softness
of Spirit simply *is*
beyond plausibility or proof,
offering Her aching breast
to those with higher hunger,
willing to root through infantile soul-blindness~
by instinct latching and leaning,
from doubt and fear weaning,
partaking, believing
the Encompassing Promise
of Ultimate Good,
and Unfailing Love.