My Psalm Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My Psalm

For years I,
Read Bible and Koran,
Felt comfort, also love!

When conscious turned drum,
Wakened my inner parts.

I, ashamed, turn, look back,
Kneel on Earth, kiss my land.

Feel the nails in each cell
Of my bones, blood, vein,
To muscles, arms and legs,
The brain finds best ways
To mourn, seek forgiveness.

Amused with the Gathas
From book, Avesta.

I feel The Ahura
In the nest of my heart.

All around come angels:
"Zoroaster, old poet,
Is the God's prophet,
Not Koran, nor Bible! "

My Lord is the Mazda,
If I call, he replies:
"They are both duplicates! "

Spirit, Zoroaster, Ahura,
Are my galaxies, satellites.

Their halo shines bright,
Miracle with delight.

Confident of my past,
To David, Mohammad,
And their Bible, Koran,
I stare, wave goodbye.