Faithrise

A ghazal exploring pain, faith, and the transformative dawn, from a volcanic heart to serenity

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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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