One Word Saved A stranger



A conversation with a stranger:


I saw you and I thought we met before,

your eyes, your face and something more,

the silence in which you carried yourself,

the type of words and clothing, you wore,

at first I shied out, my eyes are hiding,

from a look you had, fixed and bounding,

then I, at last, started heading towards you,

wanted to chat and see how you do.

I said hi but you didn’t respond,

you looked away and turned around,

hey stranger, I said, look at me,

we are blood related through earth and being,

look at my eyes and tell me,

have you seen me before or I’ve seen you,

The stranger smiled and opened one hand,

it’s the right hand, it was dark and blue,

I’ve seen this scene happening in my mind,

maybe it was a dream, a self, once I knew,

I shock the hand and felt saddened at once,

I know this self, this heart and pulse,

I felt the pain and struggles of all,

running like veins waiting to fall.

I tried, the stranger, said,

with no words,

I heard it in my head.

I tried to be good and be the best,

I tried to recover from my past self and rest.

I tried and tried but it never stops,

the test gets harder and nothing helps.

I’m God’s creature but I’m tired and sore,

life made me dull, unhappy and poor.

I’m tired of giving all the way through,

I’m tired of helping others too.

I’m tired of this constant urge,

to save my self from my own urge.

I’m two different worlds fighting all the time,

no winning or losing, all troubles are mine.

I’m a stranger in heart, in body and mind,

no one in the world can help me align.

I’ve given up, I’m standing at a door,

hoping the Lord will let me to his shore.

I say one word, it’s the only one I know,

I say it in and out, it’s alive in myself’s core,

I say it when I wake up, also before I sleep,

I say it when I smile, especially when I weep,

I write it on random walls, on papers and doors,

I sing it and I fall in beautiful solitude,

the word that I say, I’ve never been taught,

I found it when I argued with my self a lot.

“He” and “Hu”, a pronoun  for one,

one God, it stands for one truth and none .


My eye shed a tear full of humble respect,

to a stranger in a street that I’ve already met.

I met him in a word, the same one he had,

and most of the world wouldn’t even understand.


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