Poem by Sehma Helaa

Poem by Sehma Helaa

 

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To thee Lord of the seven skies ,
I laid a beseeching hand ,
a stream of green wishes that never dies ,
I laid a bunch of prayers ,
woven in a dejected soul .
To thee I laid a beseeching hand
in thy bosom of mercy
my god I yearn to land;
when the moon sags,
tonight is a holy night ,
I laid a beseeching hand
help me my god ,weary by the fight .
To thee lord of celestial angels
show me the path to the golden
gate
spread upon me your blanket of serenity
so that I. embrace my fate .
To thee lord of the seven seas ,
I laid a beseeching hand ,
Do not blur my soul
when my chin quivers and my eye never sees
The beauty of your mercy
and the plenty of your forgiveness
grant me the torch of full faith
for thee my lord knows what caused its gloom
over the rocky hills the lofty walls
thee lord of the seven mountains
grab my stretching gand so that it never falls
so that it never faces its doom .

 11 june 2018

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