The world sees your calamity

“The world sees your calamity
but it will never know the victory

of the valor that brought your loss!

---upon this wooden tablet lock my hands, 

purge my lips, and kill the hero of this war!”

--W. Garcia 

“… the hero of this war.”

A hero is a hero!

He lives on in my thought

Whether seen and heard

Or unseen and unheard,

My hero is the imperishable man!

How then could dignity be lost?

Limbs gone, is forlorn …

Not able to freely stand ...

Physicality's pain "bourn"

Can truly this define man?

When echoes of body cease,

Well, then in a breath, I see

Man's majesty:

His glory

And endurance

His goodness

Committed

In bravery, (bless him!)

His strength  

Of character

Deeper than the Sea,

And thus the height

Of his intelligence,

Richer than all blinding might.

All show forth the way ...

“I am who I am, a man!”

The inner voice will say.

Preoccupied with physicality

Can turn any man into a clod,

Ahhh...

But spirituality

Brings out the likeness of God!

Take the divine path.

 “Escantadora”:

I like the name you did give me,

The sound of it

To my listening ear—

Rings like a bell

Which plainly sings,

“Let Love, God, your prime

Adoration …

To be your heart's rhyme!”

--eva-maria hogrefe

(July 22, 2012)