In the silent stony sands lies buried its fury,
In the play of the winds is carved its shapeless beauty,
The abyss prevailing as deep as its haunting vastness,
And life slips like the grains clutched in helplessness…
He walks. He stops. He looks. He hears.
The thirst is a scream against his ears,
The last meal. He struggles to remember…
In his stomach it’s now a burning ember.
You make your destiny, they all say…
The world belongs to those who find their way.
He had prepared for the journey, but this defeat?
He couldn’t understand, he had not chosen it.
Show me! Show me the miracle I seek,
Make me believe that thou are not weak
Here I am, the wounded soldier of the lord,
Not the martyr of an unforgiving God…
Water! In his eyes, a glint of madness, its reflection
Alas! The water, the hope, the faith is an illusion
His soul alight, his words the cackle of dry leaves.
Of what use, a sky that on my grave grieves?
Till the heavens open up above me,
Or from the depths of the earth life springs free
Like this I shall wait, I shall not fall
Let the lord know, the spirit of man stands tall…
But hollow barks shall break, broken was he,
Man must nurture a supple faith, a special tree.
They glistened on his palm, the light shone,
In the dark of his eye, hope was sown.
Let not the soul within die,
My god is as strong as I.
-19 years, 2007
