Today I am sharing a poem by French-American poet and writer, Nathalie Handal, born to a Palestinian family from Bethlehem.
Wars continue unabated during the days of Covid-19, and new wars are just beneath the surface, waiting to become reality. This is a sick world where man is forgotten in the quest for ego and greed by cloaked leaders hungry for power and financial reward. We can all live peacefully alongside each. I hate to imagine what is like to live in one of these war torn countries.
As Laura would say, “Love,” a very simple but powerful emotion.
Even In Love
I try to tell you there isn’t a part of you missing
That even if it has damaged you I want to be close to your wound
It’s your heart that undresses me when you don’t touch me
It’s your noise that blows open my darkness
And maybe, I ask (but never ask you)
The hole you fell into is nothing
It’s what remains around it that matters
But even in love war inhabits me