sarahnirmal - Hello Poetry

He hath made everything beautiful in his time...my mom read Vast expanse of star-studded firmament Enchanting fragrance of Lilly of the valley Bewitching spring crocuses Enticing aroma of blossoms of the fig trees Lush rolling vineyards brimming with grapes Delectable rubies of pomegranate Majestic Cedars of Lebanon Surrealistic land of olives Melodies of beetles Bleats of goats Euphonious songs of birds Yet, in stark contrast, what I hear now are wails and desperate pleas for help I had a dream, my Lord To revel in the enduring bond with my father It's so magical you know To snuggle up to my mom and suckle She's a benevolent empress to my papa To me, a merciful cherub But, I wither in hunger within the womb, my God! The medics around my mom say she's bleeding heavily A shrapnel pierced her aorta They also whisper, her chances of survival are slim What's an aorta? Why did shrapnel hurt her? What's life? Why do they celebrate it? What's death? Why do they mourn? These are elusive and beyond my understanding It doesn't matter whether I'm Sarah or Fatima My dreams are shattered, nipped in the bud Answer me, my Lord, "Why have you forsaken me?"

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Dec 21, 2023

Dec 21, 2023 at 8:20 AM UTC

O! Daughters of Jerusalem

He hath made everything beautiful in his time...my mom read Vast expanse of star-studded firmament Enchanting fragrance of Lilly of the valley Bewitching spring crocuses Enticing aroma of blossoms of the fig trees Lush rolling vineyards brimming with grapes Delectable rubies of pomegranate Majestic Cedars of Lebanon Surrealistic land of olives Melodies of beetles Bleats of goats Euphonious songs of birds Yet, in stark contrast, what I hear now are wails and desperate pleas for help I had a dream, my Lord To revel in the enduring bond with my father It's so magical you know To snuggle up to my mom and suckle She's a benevolent empress to my papa To me, a merciful cherub But, I wither in hunger within the womb, my God! The medics around my mom say she's bleeding heavily A shrapnel pierced her aorta They also whisper, her chances of survival are slim What's an aorta? Why did shrapnel hurt her? What's life? Why do they celebrate it? What's death? Why do they mourn? These are elusive and beyond my understanding It doesn't matter whether I'm Sarah or Fatima My dreams are shattered, nipped in the bud Answer me, my Lord, "Why have you forsaken me?"

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Oblivious of the prowling chameleon Buzzing bees gather nectar Living in the moment

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Jun 28, 2022

Jun 28, 2022 at 11:29 AM UTC

Mindful at mealtime