عصفورة المنتدى
04-29-2009, 11:38 AM
I’m grateful for everything you have given me
And everything you have not,
For every train that I mounted
And every train I forgot.
I’m grateful for all the ends I reached
And the paths that went astray
For I know that there was a giving
In everything you have taken away.
I may seem so large to myself
So distinct and so real
Yet farther away I move
My eyes don’t see but feel
A presence so far away
That starts to look so small
That presence, me, once huge
Ends up not there at all.
How dare I, when lord I am so tiny
Walk away -and simply groan-
From the pleasure of being your servant
To the shame of being my own.
Asmaa Naga 12/10/05
And everything you have not,
For every train that I mounted
And every train I forgot.
I’m grateful for all the ends I reached
And the paths that went astray
For I know that there was a giving
In everything you have taken away.
I may seem so large to myself
So distinct and so real
Yet farther away I move
My eyes don’t see but feel
A presence so far away
That starts to look so small
That presence, me, once huge
Ends up not there at all.
How dare I, when lord I am so tiny
Walk away -and simply groan-
From the pleasure of being your servant
To the shame of being my own.
Asmaa Naga 12/10/05