my impediment

underneath the starlit sky

my impediment

that fear of humans

i carry within my heart

is, suddenly,  revealed

despite the terror of animals

with nature

unexpectedly enraging

i have overcome

the trepidation of human colleagues

capable of falsifying

my intentions

inflating the innate inherent little evil

and butchering me with no tools

but by naming me with a name

carefully considered

an uttered contemplation

in a twisted heart

with a distorted reason

in it

i comprehend

my cross

my Golgotha!

henry victor     29.01.2003

my faith

how big should be my canvas

to paint a splendid painting

satisfying my soul, or the Source

the Soul that paints my soul

if it is small as my thumb nail

will it be pushed away

and dismissed as narrowly

moralistic, unduly silly

and what if it is wide, wide

as the world beyond my window!

will this be sacked as political

a revolt against the Heaven!

what if i make it my palm size

connecting dots and lines therein!

will such an art be brushed aside

as too mathematical, merely cerebral!

© henry victor