My Brave Heart

My brave heart You are the moon’s shining calm
cool visage beaming clouds of rest
You are the small bright bird on the palm
Of Hope as welcome guest.
You are a roaring wind holding storms at bay
The vision as far as a swallow flies,
The reflective night, the untried day,
The sunrise.
Disciples of logic, we understand
What is random or proven or certain or fair.
My brave heart, I stand clutching in my hand
A moment’s prayer.
My brave heart, I am the we of a thousand wishes
In the hearts of the many thinking of you.
In this war that is smart and tender and vicious,
We can be soldiers and philosophers too.
— Louella Dizon San Juan