ابتسام بركات: RAY, a poem by Ibtisam Barakat
RAY
A poem by Ibtisam Barakat
There is a ray
In the word prayer
Do you see it?
I hold onto it
With my soul
Until I reach the court
Of God
Where everyone
At all times
About all matters
Can have a hearing. . .
Do you hear me?
And the judge I discover
Is me!
Have I been true
To the desires
Put in my heart
Like seeds
By the hand of the one
Who hung that fruit
In me
Have I unwrapped
My presents
Moment by moment
Or let them wither
In Waiting
Knotted with the ray
Of an unsaid prayer . . .
My question to you:
What kind of tree
Are you?
What kind of fruit
On the open t-ray of time
The forever feast
In the garden of humanity
No comments:
Post a Comment