Sunday, March 12, 2006

Poem

The soul of compassion
dwells

in a chamber of the Heart
unseen by the surgeon's probe
unheard by the stethoscope;

It is felt by organs
of perception
which also reside
in an unseen space;

conscious

ethereal

noncorporeal

But no less real
for all the lack of evidence
of their very existence.
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