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The night is pitch black, dark and intense,

Inside too there is smoke, no incense,

The turbulence is great, the waves are angry,

The heart is filled up with grief that's immense.

I look up above and my gaze goes quite far,

But there is silence, as still as a jar,

Filled with water, you add one more drop,

And the overflow will refresh the scar.

Whirlpools are great to watch and be reminded,

This galaxy of ours is similarly winded,

The Creator says he is quite close to me,

Then why is it I am walking blinded.

I read Roomi and Hallaj and all the sufis,

They claim they sought God and found real peace,

Why does not my Lord look upon me,

What wrong have I done to see pain increase.

The stones are quiet and the world is asleep,

There is mayhem going on that makes me weep,

Chaos and barbarism with innocents wailing,

Deep in the heart the cries are deafening.

O Lord, I accept I am not perfect,

I seek Your forgiveness and long for Your response,

Reply O my God when you know what my heart wants.

There is a wound that has not been healed,

There is a stab that has not been sealed,

There is no grass visible on the empty field,

Why don't You O Lord, then be my shield?

In this solitude I pray to You my Maker,

Reply to my pleas and be my Caretaker,

Let me just remember there is only You,

The rest, erase it, and make me anew.

O my Lord, O my Benefactor,

You have showered Your mercy in times of disaster,

I thank You for everything You have given me,

But make me Thine, this is my last plea.