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By Narges Rothermel
Submitted by Author
Thursday, Mar 12, 2015
The Voice I Heard
Was lamenting in solitude
while numbering the pains,
weighing the burdens,
and seeking a solace
The Voice with touch of holiness and
Vision of Rumi’s wisdom, whispered,
“My child,
A soul that has faced harsh storms
knows how to rejoice
the calmer moments at each interlude
Eyes used to gray skies and dark clouds,
welcome each dawn’s light
Ears pained by beatings of war-drums,
accept relief from love-songs of free birds
and lullabies of new mothers
Nose polluted by stench from
burned flesh and flamed forests,
becomes intrigued by aroma of
a surviving Purple Lilac
Sore tongue harmed
by sharp words and force-fed poisons,
savor the soothing taste of pure water
Face laden with storms,
smiles while hosting the soft rains
Scarred skin knows value of a healing touch
There is a treasure of triumphs and tragedies,
laughter and tears stored in your spacious life box
Touch them when you need
Share them as you wish
Safeguard them if you have to
Hold onto endurance, you daughter of Eve,
Cure for the pain is hidden in the pain .”
Keep walking towards the light, you will find solace. I keep walking…….
Narges Rothermel is a retired nurse. She writes her poems in Farsi and in English. She is an admirer of Rumi and Hafiz. Her poems are published in many anthologies. Her first book of poetry, Wild Flowers was published in June 2010 and her newest book, Rays and Shadows, in October 2012. She is on the advisory board for Nassau County Poets Laureate Society.
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