ASTONISHMENT

Dazed and amazed         
by the silent night
I gaze upon the world
with a hungry sigh.

Oh, my broken wings!
I do not dare to dream:
So poems, as prayers,
reach for a higher beam.

Psalm, mantra and sura:
All is a cure for pain.
And to my astonishment
my soul is free again.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat