AGAPE  

Keeping the light, staying clean in the fight  

September 1, 2010  

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I try with words to keep my sanity  

To keep out the impulsion in me  

Never to think about vengeance  

Trying, awake, to make penance  

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But my sanity walks a tight rope  

While I keep the love and hope  

He jabs at me and tries so to cut  

Into my insides, my poor sore gut  

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A bit of flesh that I may deny  

All values to turn around try  

To jab him back or him pierce  

His side in an angle so fierce

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Fighting back in gut and blood  

Head hung, hands in the mud  

Instead I keep my head high  

Reaching desperately to the sky  

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Trying to seize that waning light  

That once shone in me so bright  

And brought me always such solace  

Removing of all ailments the trace  

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And as I fight to find, bring me back  

To keep in me of such love the knack  

Knowing I am still there, though slight  

Flexing, crouching under this plight  

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I know I fight in firm and strong peace  

Remembering from the ancient Greece  

The word that Rumi tried so to convey  

A blissful, smooth, silken word, Agape

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