Last night I had to undertake a spiritual journey of painful context
Because of my son's sickness I troubled my mind and was in distress
While he seemed to be in touch with the Divine source and in healing
I, on the contrary, was very much in dissonance and with ill-feeling
I determined that I would contact the Divine and ask for a solution
Festering illnesses shall not remain and need an immediate ablution
Cleansing the body of that which is invisible, microscopic giants
That leave a irrepressible spirit in weakness, and happiness prevents
He was happy and ate well, and then went to bed after his favorite play
I prepared myself for a vigil interminable with mental dragons to slay
Immersing myself in meditation, I focused my mind on healing him complete
Every time he coughed I struggled with myself, anxious feelings surfeit
But there was no letup to his discomfort, and I started losing faith
How can this be? Am I not having a direct conduit to Spiritual grace?
Somewhere in the dark watches of night, my agony found a subtle release
Intervention is not the spirit's way, as a calm witness it shall surcease
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