Poem

A PRAYER FOR THE WORLD

BEIRUT, LENT 2022

Though I am poison, make of me the cure;
Though damned, give me one prayerful hour;
My scream turn into speech.
My fury’s tempest was a bitter war
Which broke my feet of clay
And ruined me
Quite finally.
And grief’s great sea bore me away
And washed me up on your eternal beach.