one’s expression is their sacrament;
a talisman of the outward and visible sign
of the inward and spiritual grace.

yet we cover-up our softness
with cloaks of hurt and anger
that we cuddle in safety.

knowing there must be a something
in our lives which has stunted
our natural development,

i wince at the glare
from a hidden sun
that glows with menace

and no more aids in understanding
than a wordless thesarus
wanting a synonym for an empty heart.

11/29/2005