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. |