The Desire For Revenge

after the rain
the heart mellows down
like a bush
with wet leaves
drenched in the
freshness of
the atmosphere

the fire that burns
this forest
is stopped

the tongues of heat
are shut to the mouths
of enlightened
ash

the head turns to the sky
the arms opens
the fingers spread

revenge is gone
what comes again is peace
freedom from anger
the soul rests beside
the pond of
solitude

it is
because you prayed
it is not you now
but God

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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