Sandra Fabac, poem
Moderator 
THE FREQUENCY OF THE HUMBLE HUMAN BEING
(Return)
We are stretched lines on the tapestry of the universe
buttoned to the throat by years of silence
suppressed words wrapped in a noisy shell
echoing like a harp between stars and shadows
We are a crossroads
where conscience meets hunger
prayer meets dust
legend meets dream
the angel meets the black hole
the light searching for a reason not to escape
Life cannot be avoided
It finds us in the whirlwinds
in the polishing of our own illusions
in the figures pretending to be eternal
while time quietly unties our armor
We cannot pass upright through the narrow cracks of stone
without being wounded
We must kneel humbly
so our wounds may hurt less
Because no star has learned to burn without darkness
no river has learned to flow without stone
no harp has learned to sing without the tension of its strings
Transformation begins within
Where the quantum of light touches prayer
where the atom of shame becomes the sun of forgiveness
where the gravity of love defeats the weight of pride
When peace happens within a human being
within the breath that sets everything in motion
within humility
then peace will happen in the world
Therefore we no longer count cold diplomas
nor achievements that do not know how to embrace
We do not count trophies
nor towers of glass
nor gold that does not know tears
We count conscience
We count humility
We count empathy before history consumes it
We count hearts
We count touches that heal
We count the eyes in which the sky recognizes itself in a human being
Because every soul carries the same primordial vibration
The universe is not woven from stars
but from the love we have failed to give
Let us wrap with our hands
with hands a message written in ink
let the harp of humanity find its lost string
the one that connects human being with human being
May the harp of our breath play softer than hatred
and stronger than every war
May the synesthesia of our hands smell like light
may the color of forgiveness ring like a spring
may the taste of a tear blossom into a blue flower of hope
We are not separated
We are the same drop remembering the ocean
the same spark returning to the Sun
the same breath searching for another heart
to become the whole world
And when the last word becomes silent
let remain what even time cannot erase
love
because only love knows the path
by which humanity becomes human
© Sandra Fabac poetessa humanist
Croatia
