Poem 124, Sonnet 60: Truly You Are The Son Of God Poem by Samer Madbak

Many a furlong from the restful land
Sea-swept and overthrown, now lies the bark
The waves of sin, the night of worldly dark
Assault my faithless soul, divest my sand
I cede to chaos, fall to Death’s command
My woe attains extremes, my sorrow stark
When, like a ghost, Oh “Everlasting Mark”
You come to me walking upon the strand
I scream in fear… “'Tis I…”, with heart remanned
And at your bidding I but disembark
And in my indecision I remark
The tide of care, I start to sink, your hand
Delivers me with rightful reprimand
You come into my heart, you still my cark…


Beirut
August 24th 1997