Before my Mother’s holiness <br />I find myself in glaring daze <br />No pointless grind, no mortal craze <br />Just indescribable finesse <br /> <br />No slavery, mere liberty, <br />Albeit captive of the views <br />I stand benumbed, O how abstruse <br />A sight to seize my entity! <br /> <br />For here it is; the misty hamlet, <br />The crowded kirk, the stilly tracks, <br />The jocund birds, the pallid racks, <br />My vale, my God, my foggy pamphlet <br /> <br />My vapid verse, my lifeless lay <br />And these alone shall give me strength <br />Relief throughout the seasons’ length <br />And solace till I pass away. <br /> <br /> <br />Blaouza <br />July 12th 1988<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-034-alone-with-my-god/
