I will come to you running,
as God comes to His repentant worshippers.
And I tell you
that I miss unfinished dreams,
and that God did not even grant justice
to His repentant worshippers.
***
Like a flower that refuses the morning dew
after the scorch of the sun,
I reject your belated repentance.
In your absence,
I learned how strength grows out of the roots of pain,
how patience blossoms
on the branches of loneliness.
I reject your naive repentance
and your wandering words.
my tears shattered
upon the pillows of your absence,
my soul was lost
while searching for you.
They say pain is the shortest path to creativity,
and that there is no pleasure without pain
But what about me?
***
I am not able to accept your repentance;
the embers of your sins
have burned my soul,
and my heart has become
a furnace for memories.
Stumbling in the robes of heaven
I fell, drenched
in my disappointment and my blood,
my mouth praying to God,
my heart praying to you.
From the workshop (A Little Talk and Writing) with the poet Bakr Al-Jaber.
Participants in writing the text:
Bakr Al-Jaber
Lubana Eisha
Rahaf Abdullah
Farah Alnihawi
Rahaf Aytah
Wajeeh Zaidan
Ismail Afara
