Poema and Zaalima: A Heart in Hevel
1. The Litany of the Suspended Heart (Version 1. Sophisticated with Shaper's help) Oh, how the hollow chest cave filled with air, The day I thought my Life was walking out. Was it your ghost, or did another dare To stir the butterflies of hope and doubt? The strange, sensational flutter in the dark, A patient waiting that has come to naught. How long, O Lord, before you strike the spark? How long until the perfect will is caught? How long, Lord, will you keep me in suspense? When will your perfect, hidden will arrive? Deliver me from aches so deep and dense, And let this heavy, broken heart survive. Were all your promises a passing shade? You are no liar—dare I call you true? Life of my life, when total shadows fade, Distressed and broken, I return to you. You will not leave me here alone to die, My loyal God, answer my bitter cry. The racing thoughts divide the midnight sky: One minute, victory is on the wing; The next, a cruel defeat is drifting by— A misread triumph that the sha...