(for Fatma Hassouna)

Broken glass
Broken buildings
Broken souls
A new wasteland
--A new vessel for holiness;
The human that endures.

Like thunder, greater than
Any violence or fury of Nature,
The bombs fall from the sky.
Human beings crushing human beings;
Soul killing captive souls.

How can a soul rise from the rubble?
The soul needs so little.
It can survive a bomb blast, 
Even though the body dies.

How can you remember Eternity
When you have nothing to eat?
Long is the soul’s longing
For redemption,
For the peace of God.