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الخميس 18 يونيو 2009

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Endless Journey

On this snowy long winter day
Time has come, for reflection, reliving the past
Many stops along the way
Stops are not uncommon on one’s journey
The beat of feet that came and went
Sorrowful as tears long spent
Or flowing still, on the faces of those standing
Up on that lonesome hill
Guarding the sleeping man in a coffin
Hewn from simple planks of pine
Others once briefly occupied
You will have your turn, I will have mine
His work was done, but not complete
And there was none to take his place
Cold… bitter cold
Bitter as grief suddenly came to life
Flowering trees stripped of every vibrant green
Over there a woman clad in black
Stood alone… all alone
Once soft with love, became a steely gray
Looking beyond scattering clouds
Passing overhead in a final farewell
Down below a flowing brook
A new life… yet to be born

Abdulhamid Ben Hameda
hameda@comcast.net

Bloomington, Indiana
December 2008


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