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Merely Consider My Words
~ a plea for our times ~
Of things unseen
I must write.
Of you
all I ask
is perhaps
not that you
approve
but merely
consider.
Even a canyon
begs for echoes
before shadows fall…
Let my words be
minerals and mirrors
reflections of light,
still luminescences
like the first
sunrise of childhood,
early sunset
of innocence lost.
Sandstone and seashell
miles away,
but at play
in the cistern
of my heart
where in my night
slumbers the day.
Let words
become
molten lava
of a tiger’s eye
which moves you
not into fear,
but splendor
found in
communion,
courage and
ordinary ground
which by covenant
we shall claim
some day
Farida Haque