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One by one
Lay them down
A pillow, fragrant and tender
Just for you

I grate the kernel of my soul
Day by day
Stitch with stardust
A cocoon, warm and cozy
Just for you

.
I gather the beats of my heart
Hour after hour
A string of starts
Sew it a blanket, silk and velvet

and for your beautiful eyes to gleam

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Weep Nahida, weep
Flung open gates of anguish in your soul
A tear for every tear on a child’s face
Suppressed in fear or shed in despair
Dried out in shock that no one cares

Weep Nahida, weep, don’t count your tears
A tear for every child ever born,
Grown up to be a human, abused or abuser
Or died in pain, killed in vain
Walked on thorns, or lived in chains

.
Weep Nahida, weep, let your agony fill the oceans
A tear for every breath ever been taken
By a living being near or far
A tear for every life gasping for life
Sprayed by poison, smothered by tar
Torn by bombs or burned alive
.

Parched, lingering on the brink of lunacy
Your soul falls weary, your heart drained
And when you thought no more tears remain
They press rewind, start all over again

You read my thoughts, You know my pain
No words make sense
No need to explain
This world is yours,
To You we belong, to You we return
.

Most Gracious, Most High
Most Compassionate, Most Wise
Most Generous, Most Pure
Most Loving, Most Gentle, Most Kind
Source of Peace, Holiness and Truth
Glorious is Your Mercy

Caress Your creation with a spark of Your Light
Heal its wounds with a song of Your Heart
Keep it out of harm’s way, keep us all sane

Eye take it easy, heart don’t you cry
The All Aware Healer, hears your cry

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With You I am OK
Dear Most Compassionate
Show me the truth
As true
And help me follow
Show me falsehood
As false
And help me avoid

Help me… say the truth
Help me… do the truth
Help me… think the truth
Help me… feel the truth

Dear Most Kind
I am lost
Without your guidance
Frail
Without your support
Miserable
Without your company
Dare I run away from You
Except towards You
Is there a place to hide from You
Except under your wings

The world has wronged me
Forsaken neglected and ignored
Held me responsible as the victim
Declared me guilty while innocent
Put me on trial although oppressed
Imprisoned me for being abused

An abandoned child
Blamed for… being
But
If You, Most Beloved, are pleased with me
I can take it all
Nothing else matters

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