Sunday, April 15, 2018

Meditations - Three Poems by Blanca Datuin

                               The Estranged

          Who are you that roamed the desert,
          trekked barefooted as your sandals torn,
          soles scuffed lay discarded by the wayside?
          My weary self, dragged in the arid sand,
          for I had wriggled out of your grip, drifted 
          out to the din and revelry of a luring world.
          How was I to know that yours is a citadel of mercy
          that can hold a sea of drowning souls?
          Had you not swooped me in your arms,
          I could have drowned in a flood of fire, or worst,
          remained in my desert of despair, never to see you ever.
                                                                     - blanca datuin

                         WHAT IF...

            What if a woman so pure and bright had faltered, 
            feared the ridicule of the world, and said no to the 
            strange message of an angel?  
            What if the word had not formed human flesh 
            to salvage the finite from the failure of the first test?
            What if the word had not spread the seeds 
            that bore the fruits of wisdom and love?
            What if the good shepherd chose not 
            to lay down his life for his sheep?  
            all could have roamed the wilderness to naught,
            not knowing how to remove blinders,
            heal the wounds of spirit, grow puny self.
            To be groping forever in the blinding fire:
            this is damnation saved only by the tree of life. 
                                                           - blanca datuin

                                      Rebirth
                    Beyond the noise and tinsels and trappings;
                    Beyond the bounds of senses,
                    Beyond the crevices of the mind,
                    Beyond the bottomless depth of human psyche,
                    I broke out of my shell and embrace the new light.
                    Songs of joy, of mirth, birth and return
                    Even as I grapple with demons dangling   
                    eyes that follow me no end in my journey.
                                                           - blanca datuin, 10/2016


                                               

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