By Dahlia Khay
My enemies surrounded me from all sides
I was frozen like a marble pillar
When they looked at me I couldn’t move or speak
I looked around but didn’t find anyone
Trembling like leaves in windy autumn
I called on your name “LORD”
In my trouble I begged to see your face
I asked you to be a buckler so as to hide behind it
And my fortress that would never be destroyed
Reach out your hands and save me, I pleaded.
They directed their weapons on me
And made arrogant by weapons that kill human
They forgot the power of God
They mocked at me because you are my God
I couldn’t hear or see anything; I lost my senses because of fear
They shouted at me but my heart kept repeating your name “LORD”.
Then you heard my prayer
You released me from their claws
You raised me on the hands of angels
And took me back to home safely
Nobody believed what you had done for me
Because their hearts were like stone
They didn’t know who you are.
What is impossible for God?
What is it he can’t do?
His mighty hands were with me
The LORD didn’t leave me or forget me
He listened to me because he knows the mysteries of my heart
He is the balm of my body and soul
I want to glorify you my LORD
Because nobody is like you
You save your beloved people from difficulties
And protect them from the hands of the wicked people.
This poem had been published in “Nagim Al- Masriq”, magazine, 2011, (17) vol. 65.
Illustration by Dahlia Khay