honoring Topaz Nejaya

In honor of a ray of sunshine that came and left long before our arms were ready for release, his mama shared this poem by Hafiz and I offer it to you:

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly
let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
as few human
or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight,
has made my eyes so soft,
my voice
so tender,

My need of God
Absolutely Clear.

Comments

Wind said…

Deep Gratitude to you my sister for putting the arms of love around my sweet boy. His name is so sacred. Thank you for sharing it.

May 12, 2010 at 8:47 PM

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