Poetry is the Act of crystallizing the Fluid of Soul into Word---Poezia është akt i kristalizimit te fluidit shpirtëror në fjalë ©Fahredin Shehu
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Lord, rest me not…!
The malice human
Injects hatred, and
My body full of strength;
The heart blessed with patience,
Conjoin the pace.
I have yet a work to do;
To heal the maladies through
My soul; crystallized in a word
You read; the pity one!
I have yet a prayer to perform;
To light the niche in your heart,
As dark as zircon,
With the blessed oil of Galilee
Of my realm
Lord, rest me not…
I have yet to sleep
For the enemy while he strives
To make a hole in the waterfall;
And the Spirit beside
With the shade-making wings
He stretches; while I read
The scriptures of the martyrs
For the better human
Lord, rest me not…
As I heal with Love and
Meticulously hide this as;
What the Human calls the “Sin”
And the Soul beside
As fresh- shaded tree of eternal;
Where the lips
Meet the forehead and
Sparks another star
For the unborn
Lord, rest me not…
As I want to teach
What beautiful creature You made
And the “I” beside; the ray- spreading
Beauty
Shows the value of Gratitude
For the mislead.
Lord, rest me not…
Today is my wedding
With your Attributes
The unison we shall rejoice
for eternity and a day more.
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Fahredin, you are truly a wonderful poet.
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