Worship you -- A Poem

When the air was smelling of bloody wounds of a past,

I asked him for a rose...

And he took  me to the Garden of Olives...

When the shadow of mountain of judgments fell upon me,

I asked him for a candle...

And he brought me the Sun who held no courts...

When courage withdrew into the valley of doubts,

I asked him for a word...

And for me he became the Scripture of Beliefs...

When I felt thirsty in a land of no rains,

I asked him for a little water ...

And he let loose the season that wets the mouth of earth...

When everyone deserted me in the middle of my journey,

I asked him for a helping hand...

And he gave himself unto me , and took me to the Promised Land...

Ever since that day he held my hand ( for all the world to see)

I have not asked him for anything...

For he was everything to me - and he was more than everything to me...