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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

P273

     Dialogue with Despair

Patrick from without:

    This earth is but one curse.
    Who wants as slave to live?
    I'm drowning, and a straw
    religion wants to give

    by saying, "You are saved."
    I'm robbed to the skin by greed.
    The mouth that speaks the blessing,
     my bony fingers feed.

    A slave at the machine,
   the bomb I make is blessed.
   What system will survive
   and carry me to rest?

Einstein from Within:

    The world, a part of you,
    behold yourself with awe.
   You operate creation,
   befriend the Cosmic Law.

   What your free will decides,
   moves holiness to soar,
   or heats your blood to use
   creation as a whore.

   Is your will ego-drunk?
   What greed wants, it must storm.
   Is it a child of conscience,
   and gathers hearts to warm?

   Your will calls cosmic workers.
   These spirits come to dwell
   in every cell and breath:
   Are they from heaven or hell?

                   William Hermanns       [P273]

Note: P273. Dialogue With Despair; 1954; in Einstein and the Poet - In Search of the Cosmic Man (Branden, 1983)