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Providence

By Hafsa Zamir

On this tempestuous night
I have been swallowed by a
Deep whirlpool,
A vortex of the deepest despair –
Hatred and disgust
Wash into my lungs
Like unwanted air.

 

They say I am a
Malcontent,
That my drowning
Is self-inflicted, suicide.

 

But when my forehead
Kisses the ground in
Prostration
I know that this darkness
Is decreed by You.

 

So that I may raise
All that I have:
These empty, meagre hands in
Submission.

 

As the effusion of tears
Gather as pools in the palms of
My cupped hands,
The storm in my eyes
Is drained.

 

There emerges a light
Like the Morning Star.

 

This is the greatest sign of
Your Providence.

 

Hafsah Zamir is an aspiring poetess and author.  She blogs at http://esotericsips.blogspot.co.uk