Of The Heart

Have you ever seen a rose

Swaying in the wind

Before an acidic plague

Swept across the land

And took everything

You once held for granted away?

No.

Have you ever held a baby

Gentle and cooing

In your tender care

Before that same wind

Came and took away before your very eyes

Leaving you empty handed and sad?

 No.

Have you ever listened to your music

Dancing in step to the beat                                                                                                                                 

To all of a sudden be left only with yourself

And the mind numbing  experiences of  your past?

No.

Consider yourself lucky

For there are those unlucky few

Who are blind, empty, or deaf.

Are you one of these people?

Possibly not.

For they have come,

Come farther than you

To be where they are now

And when you ask them

Have you experienced beauty?

They ask this of you:

Have you ever talked to someone

Not with tongue, but gesture

Telling jokes few even begin to grasp

For there lack of knowledge of my sign language?

No.

Have you ever read a book with your hand

Reading through history about racism

Only to meet a person like me

Who couldn’t care if you were white, black, blue, purple, yellow, or red

Because I see not the color of your skin,

But the color of your hart?

No.

But do these thing,

These disabilities,

These disadvantages,

Make me different in your eyes?

Yes

Do I feel more obligated to prove myself in the world?

Yes

And do I take pity on you?

Yes.

So ask me again if I’ve experienced true beauty and I’ll say

“Yes,

Have you?”

- Gilbert Anthony Gomez