I see you in the wholeness of edges
I know you
Still fighting to hold truth
Tormented by your brethren, without whom you cannot exist
Desecration has overtaken
I miss you these days
Found in reuination
The corpse of tradition
Somefind longing for a privileged past
Most plea for decency in a universal future
Futility in wishes
Heartbreak in the clouds
What gives them the right to be so breathtaking in a world that exalts in cruelty?
Once, you existed in destruction
The birth of creation found its solace in your womb
But destruction is not cruelty.
No foothold of grace and elegance in malice
Grasping language to express your angst
Remembering freedom exists in you
In your holy moments there is pain
In your sacred wholeness
There is abandon
And while cruelty locks itself in a battlefield
You triumph in your truths with only a glance.
My prayer for you aches in every corner of my soul
That I cannot reach you without anguish
That I must seek you in pain
That the world forgoes your gifts
Does not mean I must
Seeking you in the darkest corners
I become your light
The campaign for my soul cannot be won over in the darkness
The truth of your sorrow bears the exquisite to the world
That does not deserve you
That begs for your dignity
And finds your peeking through the dust and calm that befalls the battlefield
The clouds a reminder of our humanity
Found only in your wretched infallibility.
Rhie Azzam Morris 