Her Secret Charm: a Child of Grace

I know of a secret that continues to spiral down from a distant world,

a secret that will bring both a smile and tears to a face

It is the unexpected truth coming from a mother’s child,

--no longer simply a child of grace--

but a woman with a secret.

I know of a truth that embraces two worlds;

a world outside the womb and the world of the unborn.

A truth is a blessing in disguise,

Though sudden in its arrival,

A surprise to many lies,

To many unknowing faces

--this will become her oasis.

I know of a truth that represents the youth and the bliss,

a truth seemingly wrong yet right,

a truth perhaps only wrong in time but not in place

I know of a truth from this child of grace

It is a secret told by a child.

the unidentified debris of passion.

It is a secret told by a daughter of the Pearl.

In culture and tradition.

An unborn secret of despairing doom

Is it truth coming from your womb?

There is a light within us all, but a distinct sadness once the moment passes us by. Without this rhythm of life—both harboring chaos and harmony—where and what would we be? Each memory that sustains us, is this the destiny of our inner being? Where would we be without each other? Where would we be without the hope, the love, and the faith that each of us struggles to live and abide by? Dare I ask about the seed of hatred, the shadow of doubt and scorn, the bitter reality that seizes us because of the burden brought on by greed and lies—the sins of our fathers and mothers, our brothers and sisters, even our children? What of our fate? This is what makes us stronger, binding us like the current running through the still waters, suddenly raging against that “dying of the light.” Against the temperamental hurricanes of the West and the typhoons of the East, across continents and oceans divide, these tragedies bring us closer together, because of a human connection that defines suffering and grief. But it is just another moment that bids farewell, far into its travels and up along the path of the inevitably unforeseen. A beating of the heart. Truth or lie? But a light in every minute, every second. One breath. Inhale. Exhale. A baby’s cry. A mourner’s tears. Life and death—the yin and yang of inevitability. Take courage and seize it. With arms wide open. Eyes discovering the unexplored. Ears listening to the cries of the unheard. Beyond time and space, beyond what words can reflect, lies a moment. Simply a moment.