I could be born again
But I think “not again!”
“Not after I lived lifetimes in so much pain!”
Can I be stronger, when it gets longer?
Can the sublime outlast the sorrow?
Can aloneness be a self-sustaining desert?
Can my own perspiration moisten my thirst?
Sometimes, I think, I need a shoulder, a hand
Sometimes, I think this immense struggle
should be left behind one dawn
when I’ve woken up to see my country go arid
after the toil; when the dominos start falling
And I still keep believing
that God will come calling
To tell Him that there was no dysfunctionality
To seek His acknowledgement for a task that was extraordinary
God knows His handiwork
He keeps at it, however mysteriously
Would I, I ask Him, be eligible for redemption
If I were to leave mine
by the wayside?
so beautiful Bro – you write so well , so many thoughts I connect with – you express the pai , the hope and the faith so beautifully
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