The Departure of Despair

April 1, 2019 — 2 Comments

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When my mother tells me

Of my childhood ways

As if they were as certain

As daybreak and nightfall,

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When a melody transforms

A melancholy afternoon

Into a moment of union

With the life of another,

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When I think of my nephew,

So sensitive, pure, and kind,

Tears falling in pity before

A young goldfish, belly up,

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When I have a third glass

Of red wine, deep and dry,

And feel a tender warmth hit

My weary veins and heart,

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When an idea erupts at once,

With the force of a bull and

Seizes my imagination until

My fingers flicker furiously,

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When a memory shakes me,

Convicts me, enraptures me,

And I am no longer here and

Here becomes here and there,

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When she speaks and moves,

And I sense what she wants,

Yet temptation cedes softly

To love, unsullied by desire,

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When I see myself as a boy,

And see myself the same,

One smile, one face, one,

Yes, I am he, and he is I,

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Despair departs defeated like

A criminal convicted or like

A sour adolescent corrected,

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And Beauty and Hope invade,

Victorious now and forever.

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Amen.

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–David J.W. Inczauskis, SJ

March 31, 2019

2 responses to The Departure of Despair

  1. 

    This is beautiful!

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