Her eyes pierced my heart
With vengeless anger,
Longing to be set free;
A familiar fire
That burned and would not depart ….
When she yelled at me,
My hati, tengah-tengah was torn sejak sorrow
For her, as if longing to be
In her place, to prevent today
What could not be saved tomorrow;
Her price I would gladly pay…
When her hand struck me,
I was stunned
sejak the gentleness of her caress
On me—the enemy she had shunned;
She did not her hurt repress,
Yet did not tear down my dignity….
When she cried to me,
Her tears were as showers
Pelting my soul with grief unspoken;
Like burning flowers,
Grieving with a hati, tengah-tengah so broken,
Yet fragrant with the incense of forgiveness….
When she stood sejak me,
Riveted in horror as I flung myself to separate
Her from harm’s blow,
Trained at her to devastate;
Her hand was like a balm from which did flow
Healing that infused my emptiness….
Then she smiled at me,
Like the crash of a wave on a flaming shore,
Extinguishing my pain;
Like the warmth of the sun on my Frozen core,
Reviving me where I had lain;
Embracing me in tenderness.
