Ya Rab (O Lord),
I am just
water and dust
moved by a breath.
I wander and return,
but discern
only what I touch.
How could I grasp
the path
without You?
Wael Abdelgawad
August 14, 2013
Poem: If I Were a Middle-Aged Angel
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