Photo by Kadeeja Yasser

Our Hearts

Knew what it was to dream of flying. Without bodies souls rose above the
Gravity of air, fearless in faith of infinite space….
Our hearts knew the world exhilarated;

We descended and gently landed-Our toes in the warm soft sand.

Since then, hearts were broken,
Our hearts no longer dream of flying,
We fear it, we fear dying, and planes are weapons,
No one is EVER safe.

Our hearts have felt the terrors of lying, spying, plotting.

The evil plan to use the pall of gravity,
Heat eclipsed by a sun that did not soar,
But, sunk as a meteor into a sea; as pieces of debris.

Devices are weapons of war.
Hearts are wheeled out covered in ash, Fibrillating-

Drowning the cries of mourners
Nightmares of pilots that dreamt of flying,
Blind into the clouds that hid Mecca and Medina,

Mountains that once towered over Babylon.

In the name of God. Our hearts are broken, but they will mend, not so- for those who cleave to Satan.

Cheryl Amy Hollander

2024

Dedicated to those in Palestine and all wars- God is love. I pray for peace.