And He Called

He Called

not with words sweet as when we wed

but voice deep, guttural, real tears i shed

unfounded transgressions on which he fed

in the morn i woke, blood in my bed

He Called

not with tender apology i prayed to hear

cold in his eyes, life no longer there

total submission now the cross i’m to bear

certain death mine, if disobedience i dare

And He Called

RIP – finally – Shaima Alawadi


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