I Grieve
By: Yasmin Mogahed
I lifted my head
Once more
Only to see
The sun had set,
The trees had slept,
And they’d all gone home
I grieve.
The sky that was clear
is now covered with fog.
My path, I no longer see.
Why try…when it’s all so gray?
I grieve.
Today I grieve
For what’s been lost.
My forgotten people,
still on their knees
before a snow god in spring
I grieve.
They’ve forgotten that prayer
And to whom they should call.
The Essence replaced
by mundane ritual,
empty symbols.
Their hearts… so tired,
jaded and worn
I grieve.
We are a people
defeated…but not conquered.
And somehow
I feel my blood return.
I will stand.
I will try.
And from beyond my grief,
I will see…
There are a people you can’t enslave.
A loyalty…you can’t buy.
For a land may be occupied…
but never a soul.
From beyond my tears
I’ll understand…
Today my people weep.
But tomorrow…Death will die,
as their tears give birth to a land
where…“on them shall be no fear
nor shall they grieve” (2:262).
From Yasmin Mogahed website:
http://www.yasminmogahed.com/2012/11/21/i-grieve/
Que Sera Sera 