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“Strongest wind remains unseen” –from The Joy Luck Club
We see, and we believe. Yes, it has served us well, this “seeing is believing,” when we address pratical matters. What happens, however, when we confront the sublime?
There, we must abandon the seen for the unseen.
Who sees the wind? And yet we all know it is there by the woosh of air and the rustle of leaves it leaves in its wake. So, too, the truth of the Way, the movement of the Spirit. It moves unseen, and yet leaves visible signs of its passing.
How else can you describe the courage of campanesos following Bishop Oscar Romero toward a church occupied by armed soldiers more-than ready to fire upon them all? How else can you explain the discipline of civil rights demonstrators that sang “We shall Overcome” while surrounded by entrenched, cursing and violent white supremicists?
That which is hidden manifests in our sight in ways that which we cannot imagine.
morning twilight
a silence once shattered
by songbirds
where our hope and despair
converge in a zeal unseen
Real Toads’ย The Tuesday Platform (imagined by Pat)
dVerse Poets Pub’s Tuesday Poetics: Unseen Things (pubtended by Jilly)
Frank J. Tassone 
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