Spirit
Dear Diary,
The angel closes her eyes,
Breathes in
Slowly, steadily,
Filling her ordinary frame
With extraordinary spirit.
The kind of spirit
That stands undaunted before fire,
That trembles at the pain of a broken child,
That shields those who cannot shield themselves,
That spreads mercy like a salve,
That imperceptibly breeches walls,
That pierces darkness with a smile.
With the breath, the spirit expands and penetrates the fragile casing
Filling and
Chasing away the residue of weariness and despair,
Toppling impatience and the futility
Of being merely one
Battling small parts of the inhumanities of humanity.
She opens her eyes
And exhales
A deep whisper of Care
To echo in the vast turbulence .
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 