The pundit
He sat chanting the mantras
Loud, clear, booming.
Echoing around the room.
Peace, Serenity, in spite
of the pain and tears.
The mantras did not reach them
"Cover your head"
"Throw it this way"
"Not the right, the left"
Peace, Serenity vanished.
The ritual over.
The pundit looks up and says,
"Let the good words in,
Let the bad words out"
and turns to look at me.
So much meaning in those words
So much care in those looks
Care as a human soul for another.
Balm for the wound.
God comes to life.
posted by Tuya @ 09:20
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