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?"