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FEAR NOT A FEAR
My love, darkness brings a daunting fear,
Yet in memory, lies await, no light to peer.
In the earth, I'll rest without a gleam,
I dim my room, a subdued dream.
Solitude's fear, my love, grips me tight,
I drown it with a melody, through the night.
Yet, when the call to prayer is left unheard,
In deep sleep, prayers missed, a soul stirred.
Israfil's trumpet, haunting sound, a reminder clear,
Alas, woe upon me, my love, a solemn tear.
Before me, walks a beggar's pungent scent,
How long since you bathed, I lament.
Reluctant to look, I cringe and turn away,
As a group with a stretcher passes, somber array.
On shoulders draped with a cloth so thin,
Oh dear, soon 'twill be me, decaying skin.
Blood dries, flesh a feast for the earth's crust,
Wrapped in cloth, into the ground, a solemn thrust.
If these eyes could see, these legs could stroll,
Hands could give, and gratefulness console,
All You taught, all marked in this life's sway,
I dare not venture far, my love, in faith I'll stay.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
Yet in memory, lies await, no light to peer.
In the earth, I'll rest without a gleam,
I dim my room, a subdued dream.
Solitude's fear, my love, grips me tight,
I drown it with a melody, through the night.
Yet, when the call to prayer is left unheard,
In deep sleep, prayers missed, a soul stirred.
Israfil's trumpet, haunting sound, a reminder clear,
Alas, woe upon me, my love, a solemn tear.
Before me, walks a beggar's pungent scent,
How long since you bathed, I lament.
Reluctant to look, I cringe and turn away,
As a group with a stretcher passes, somber array.
On shoulders draped with a cloth so thin,
Oh dear, soon 'twill be me, decaying skin.
Blood dries, flesh a feast for the earth's crust,
Wrapped in cloth, into the ground, a solemn thrust.
If these eyes could see, these legs could stroll,
Hands could give, and gratefulness console,
All You taught, all marked in this life's sway,
I dare not venture far, my love, in faith I'll stay.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
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