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November 14, 2016

 

To Maged Yacoub

 

Sunday morning, Church, feeling like … like …

a fish whos 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

 


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