empatheia , oh Eleos
empatheia
the pity and mercy , the only altar with no gold, with no demanding of blood and beasts
your tears , your compassion , your will and testament of kindness
why must we refuse you so ? where has humanity lost such perception of breaking away of the riches and flashy anger to observe the softness of tears and a beating heart?
where has the human ; the person , the beacon and holder of a conscience and mind and passionate soul made for loving lost its beautiful strength?
Where have we forgotten the one true concept that binds us to humanity?
Oh Eleos , Oh heart , oh empatheia .
where can we remember to place our weapons , words and pain away simply to feel our lungs and each breath we ache for simultaneously .
where we all hurt and lose as our tears can only fall upon our beating, fallible hearts vulnerably
With no shield , no sword ? No war , no wages ? No winner and no losses ?
but rather with what binds us humans .
Us , weak , fallible mortals and tragedies. Us lovers and sinners, us killers and kings. us innocents and young, us wise and fleeting.
Empatheia , empathy , eleos.
Beauty in the tears. sorrow in the whisper no sword , no shield .
a heart beating and fleeting . a soul damaged and alive .
oh , mortality . oh , heart . oh empathy . tragic eleos my empatheia .
-billee jay

















