November 14, 2016

 

To Maged Yacoub

 

Sunday morning, Church, feeling like … like …
a fish who’s water, long stale, has changed
Conversations flow past me like a tide
Life! Ebbs and flows all around me
Companionship darts to and fro
Joy … Warmth … Peace …

… Strangeness …

Enveloped, surrounded by love
But grounded on a shoal of pain
Part of, but alien to, this vast family
And yet amidst the tossing beating waves
a slim ray of hope, a kindness shared, renews
I can keep on being alive, despite what has been