Redemption

REDEMPTION

Somewhere in that land, a continent far away

Someone was locked in a paradox

Of love and hate, an ambiguous language, a tirade of anguish, plaintive cry

All aimed in the ether; it was aimed at me.

The deprivation, the longing, the fervent hope,

Meteors were hurled in the night and landed on my earth in my day.

I did not mean to steal what never belonged to me.

I simply watched, struck dumb by the fury;

It was as if my very existence was an anomaly that needed to be erased

My name was not divulged. I was a dark enemy for some uncommitted crime

Of  no origin in this life of mine.

The fumes so dark and vapours of venom

For days on end they chased my presence and filled with torpor

The air I breathed. O Distance, how unfathomed your space and the secrets you hide!

For days and nights I was engaged in a battle I did not want to fight

Somewhere beyond the horizon, the space of the ocean allotted to me,

I could hear the storm raging, relentlessly,

A small boat untethered and swirling in circles,

Hitting against unreal rocks, cursing,  scourging and floating on the tides of passion

With no respite clutching at the logs, clinging to planks that would not stay,

And the mid-sea raging under the sky.

Here from my shores I knew, it wasn’t  as doomed as it seemed to the boatman who could not row.

One after another of the logs slipped and swam

Away  to another shore, another land.

Gradually the oar was under control, the sea lost the rage and the fever died

And I watched from my shore a distant soul

Taking control of the roaming  vessel

The words carried a definite command

And the fever calmed.

It was all in the plan,

A growth, an evolution of someone caught in a whirlpool of angst,

And a final redemption and release for me.

My role in the drama, unexplained to this day

Is over now, and I can slip away and enjoy the bliss of my solitary Muse.

And now let my days in prayers pass
that the peace that I earned with a vicarious pain
may belong to me as my rightful grace
not be robbed for some reasons i cannot grasp or solve.
Let my angels visit me without a guilt in the heart
without having to intuit the path
out of the labyrinths of the archetypal riddles.