There’s a crescent moon tonight
To cradle a North Star.
Fixed and proportionate
Like infant Child and Mother,
Green like New Life,
Green like new birth,
Watchful like planted seeds
That will rise from this earth
As foreheads do,
From a carpeted ground,
Chants and mantras,
Bearing the sound
Of awaited relief.
Devotion lives here
Though Iraq’s streets
Are littered with corpses,
These symbols lay as
Collected losses
Though never too heavy
To be carried on crosses,
But that of course is
Already understood.
But by name,
It is a brotherhood.
Not that any brother would
Shed the blood of his kin,
So rites of blessing,
Help take away
Appearances of
Sin.
There’s a crescent moon tonight
To cradle a North Star,
And my head also bows in prayer,
Fixed and proportionate
Like infant Child and Mother,
Green like New Life,
Green like new birth,
Watchful like planted seeds
That will rise from this earth
As foreheads do,
From a carpeted ground,
Chants and mantras,
Bearing the sound
Of awaited relief.
Devotion lives here
Though Iraq’s streets
Are littered with corpses,
These symbols lay as
Collected losses
Though never too heavy
To be carried on crosses,
But that of course is
Already understood.
But by name,
It is a brotherhood.
Not that any brother would
Shed the blood of his kin,
So rites of blessing,
Help take away
Appearances of
Sin.
There’s a crescent moon tonight
To cradle a North Star,
And my head also bows in prayer,
May you soon find truth
Sister and brother.
Amani daima.
-Arielle John
Copyright 2006
1 comment:
my foot steps may be faint, so i mark my presents here with words, my whispers may fall into silence and my heart felts buried unheard, so i will say even with words cold, i did pass by here, posed and found some sense of joy, in the order of words and thoughts. light fades to those brain dead, here it shines like a sky of a thousand suns,
be well
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