One Day, I Can Only Hope


It is just a wish,
a description, an ideal,
but still with no face.
But I know there is not just one.
But where and when and how?
Questions that are not easy to answer.
Questions that are beyond me to answer.
I just live with them.
From time to time they gain prominence
and I cannot do anything except to just
accept that it is what it is.
I can only hope that one day
the veil will come down in a perfect
manner, ignoring issues and,
with a full heart, willingly and softly
accepts without questions scars
and still unhealed wounds
where flowers can bloom.

About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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