THE NIGHT THE SUN DIED (a cold embrace)
The Sun fell into the ocean,
punctured by the ribbons of steel.
Gently caught by the waves and mist...
As it slowly died.
the enemies leave us in darkness,
our streets lit only by the flames of our burning homes and their
misplaced vitality.
Our children shiver as the season draws so near.
Where are the God - Fearing?
why do they slumber and not call the brothers to arms?
Like the Son of Miriam,
have we been "forsaken"?
No. Soon we will all awaken to the charges that
will befall the darkest of men.
They too will sink into the ocean, cut to pieces by our ribbons of steel;
starving for the Light that was taken from us.
No. It is here that I find warmth and comfort
amongst the cold and broken,
the disheartened and abandoned,
the legions left as though they had no names.
It is here,
it is here that I see hope in the eyes
of the hopeless......
the touch of a lonely hand that
makes well the course of a fractured heart.
Yes...
The sun has died.
but only this night...
only here,
amongst the cold and broken...
only here...
the sun has died.
Soon.... to cast her rays through the cedars
like fingers of light...warming the hills again...
resting ever gently upon the gardens abound!
Caressing the faces of our Martyrs...
and giving strength to our laughter and joy.
The Sun died last night...that is certain
but only for a night.
(In memory of the Palestinian brothers and sisters
that struggle every day to claim their dignity and pride
....and ultimately have already won the battle!)
By Allah's Grace
Gregory M. Sexton
