Bring Me Poem by Bonics Bachinela

Bring Me



Bring to me my soul,
drifted away from sweet ore,
gone with the tempest,
left emptiness to the core.

Bring to me one's greatness,
with light brought in transparency,
to one's heart percolated
the humility, once loved.

Bring to me the faith,
reverberating the horizon,
in unison, cajoled all nations,
seaming the threads, loosen,
saving seams with pure breaths.

Perhaps, now, I am only a silhouette,
the hovering greatness of nobody,
the ghost of your well-profound steps,
meeting sunrise, out of my dying breath.

I am waiting my friend,
waiting for silver linings after your rains,
I was your heart of your well-rounded beginnings,
and, the brain you have drained
but, to righteousness, still akin.

I am not expecting of comprehensive return
at least, some patches of my person
to regain my graces and vision.

yet, lost am I in your sunrise;
but, you can save me in my deaths,
by remembering my heart.

I am what I am,
the nun in conscientious wind,
please relive me,
my soul, please bring forth to me.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A poetic lament of one's faith thwarted by arbitrary rule of money and arrogance. The kind of faith that filled humans with real gifts. The graces we truly call as inherent.

Defined- - - the yearn and sorrow, and the abbey, once longed for but, forcible piracy made it impossible anymore. Just part of the dreams no more. The zeal lost out of atrocities and debacles, are now, part of transcendental history worth reminiscing for.

Too painful, in man's history, it was a transcendental gift that caused the holy war and enticed the global scientists for thorough studies. The so called genius, the gifted, the God's as honest people often called it... the devil, the evil for the devious stakes of greed and piracy. The misleading reality that hoaxed the axes...

Honestly, it was only a part of the one vision from several visionaries of the past and present times. Only divulged due to the scans made to a supposed to be nun. Already forgotten and bygone; but, the reality unleashed, determined in the empirical results of the scientific studies, hidden, for monetary resources. Now, a part of hidden truth between nations' treasury.
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