[ Ed. note – Another poem by Palestinian poet Nahida Izzat. Nahida is a Muslim. As I read her poem, however, it brings to mind for me, strangely perhaps, the following spoken by Jesus after the resurrection: “And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” The words are from the very last line, in the final verse, in the final chapter, of the Gospel of Matthew.
The more they deplore, attempt to destroy
The more I fall in love, fiercely adore…
A few days ago I put up a post about the resolution adopted by the Mennonite Church at its convention in Orlando, Florida earlier this month. I noted that the resolution calls for church divestment from corporations which profit from Israel’s occupation of Palestine, for which I duly praised the Mennonites.
This is a poem I wrote about three or four years ago, but since Trump seems to be on his way to becoming the new “worst president ever” I thought it might be time to dust it off and re-post it.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
By Joyce Kilmer
Potent Whisper is a London-based playwright, rapper and spoken-word artist, who fuses art with community activism. In the above video, he takes on Trident, the UK’s nuclear-submarine-based program which, according to recent reports, suffered a major failure last year when test-firing a missile off the coast of Florida.
By Nahida, Exiled Palestinian
A silent child I was
Hardly ever spoken This girl is abnormally quiet, they whispered She must be deaf or dumb