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Faithrise
A ghazal exploring pain, faith, and the transformative dawn, from a volcanic heart to serenity
In my heart’s depth, a fiery chasm cries,
Lava surges, ash spews, where darkness lies.
Is this the source of the pain, the crash?
A molten core or a relentless fiery lash.
Counting seconds, minutes, hours in despair,
Pain begets tears, staining the night air.
At five in the morning agony’s cease.
Exhausted, mourning, a forlorn release.
A rover, my mind, in the pre-dawn gloom,
Bright day emerges, dispelling the tomb.
A miracle treasure awakens, opens his eyes,
Volcano subdued by his radiant prize.
In life’s wheel, a deep night strife,
From volcanic heart to the dawn of life.
Embracing my son, the source of light,
Calms the inner self for a future day, new and bright.
Sometimes certain ideas wake me up in the middle of the night. These ideas are like a dagger to the heart, causing actual physical pain. And I always reassure myself that this too shall pass, and sure enough, it does. Sometimes it takes a few minutes, other times a few hours.
In the morning, I awaken with a sense of optimism, mirroring the contagious happiness that radiates from my son each morning. Once again, I recall the sheer happiness I experienced as a child, when every day was a gift that allowed me to genuinely explore the world and be in awe of its beauty.
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