Like Moksha


Coming home we are released
From classroom walls
Into the peace
Of 200 pages
Of someone else’s journey home.
We are, though vacating,
Preparing to put out to sea.

A fake break, a false relief, a momentary respite –
Like Moksha.
The Hindu labors with diligence,
Aspiring to release from life,
Till Shiva’s third eye opens.

We labor,
Longing for our final rest,
When we plant our oars
Where the sea is no more.


Poem and art taken from the 2019 edition of Artos, the literary journal of Bethlehem College & Seminary students. Art by E. Leake.