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To My Neighbor

I lift you higher,
lift you out
of your body cells
stuffed with anxiety
of your past -
an evil load that smells.

I'll fill each cell
with love and joy
that makes the
angels dance.
You'll glide through earthly
filth and stench -
a spiritual trance.

From your youth filled eyes,
your hands
and feet,
a holy peace shall flow,
so you and I
be filled with grace -
let us be still
and know.

William Hermanns
[P527]

Seelentränen

Seelentränen sind Gedichte,
rot mit Herzblut aufgeschrieben,
tiefem Menschenleid zum Ruhm,

Lies sie still in reinem Lichte,
unbeschattet,
frei von Trieben:
Du betrittst ein Heiligtum.

Wilhelm Hermanns
[G001]

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Poem of William Hermanns

P261

Light

When I was born you looked into my eyes.
You were the first, I saw.
Where do you go when darkness covers me?

Where I shall be, your conscience will reveal.
Did you treat it with awe
Or did your ego speak; "I shall decree

What's good, what's bad for you."?
Did greed hang on your conscience door
A golden lock? Then greed will be

The leading thought in your next life.
And greed becomes the Devil's whore,
Begets more greed, more gluttony.

But I, the light, the mother of your conscience
Will wait until your ego-dream
Has passed. For me a thousand years

Are but a day and so your thousand lives.
One sigh for light, and I'll send you a beam
That breaks your golden lock. Your conscience rears

And pulls you out of hell engulfing greed
Into a life, where I the light
Look in your eyes at your new birth
And give you sight.

William Hermanns [P261]

Note: P261. Light; 1970's