S, L, F (ph)

The sweeper of soothing words

succeeded not

in sweeping out the scraps of sorrow,

for scorching in the sparks of Silence

was its seeking.

The lancet of language

lost

in lowering the laments of heart,

for losing itself in loyalty to Love

was its longing.

The phalanx of philosophies

failed

in finding the phoenix of fumes,

for it was feeding in the fields of Faith

far from the phalanx of philosophies.