Come passion, <br />Invite your presence to me. <br />Come passion, <br />Burn your feeling on my heart <br />Through these empty words I write, <br />Emptying my mind but filling my heart <br />With your passion for compassion. <br />Come passion, <br />Let me feel your presence once again <br />So I will know you still need me <br />As I learn to pass it on to others <br />In great need of your deep passion. <br />Come passion, <br />My life is a compass of ions, <br />Otherwise known as compassions, <br />The particles of my short existence <br />Telling my body which directions <br />I can move and can not move to <br />The rhythms passion leads me to <br />Feel, pulsating within this ionic, <br />Compassionate body-weak on the <br />Outside but oh so strong on the <br />Inside as the particles of my <br />Passionate existence intensely <br />Manufacture the outline borders <br />Of my body's outward, weak physical <br />Appearance of an existence shadowing <br />That of my inner strength burning <br />With passions no physical body could <br />Ever experience or express <br />The magnanimity of depth, feeling, <br />And strength this compass of ions <br />So beautifully portrays with such <br />A marvelously strong sense of direction, <br />Never losing its attraction to focus. <br />Come passion, <br />Compassion-a compass of ions I can pass on.<br /><br />Bill Darrah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compassion-21/
