Maybe I was a bush
Treated in the prayer
And within countless
silence
Words of love poured
Silence is bliss
On the clinch of glory tree
Nothing misses incontrovertible
Just not spacious winding road
You're bargaining me
Your grief can’t be bought
By unspeakable hatred
Just love what you've got
You were Rabiah al-Adawiyah
You didn’t feel the pain of grief
Love isn’t spelled out
God isn’t in the words
2013
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feeling the pain, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.