Gill Faris

The between door

Earthy,
cow dung hovers in the air
with sounds of chanting
Incense and supplication
Half asleep, probably the best state to be in,
early morning, icy cold, frost-bitten toes,
finding her position on the reed mat on the warm dung floor
Read, sing, pray, work the fields, eat, wash, study, meditate
The air the place of aloneness,
holding the world, the war, the violence, the pain
Oh! Bitter pain
Torn apart outside and in
Yet, still,
she holds the space for incense to cleanse,
outside and in
The sound of chanting, the morning prayer, crisp, clear
One voice in supplication –
a prayer for home, for Africa
Offering of the self for the soul, together, alone
as one
one heart beat
one mother earth
one voice
together

Together
one voice
one mother earth
one heart beat
as one
Offering of the self for the soul, together, alone
A prayer for home, for Africa
One voice in supplication
The sound of chanting, the morning prayer, crisp, clear
Outside and in
she holds the space for incense to cleanse,
Yet, still,
Oh! Bitter pain –
holding the world, the war, the violence, the pain
The air the place of aloneness
Read, sing, pray, work the fields, eat, wash, study, meditate
Finding her position on the reed mat on the warm dung floor
Half asleep, probably the best state to be in,
early morning, icy cold, frost-bitten toes
Incense and supplication
With sounds of chanting
cow dung hovers in the air
Earthy

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2 comments on “Gill Faris

  1. My Gill, I can just imagine you at “that time” in your life through reading this hauntingly beautiful poem. It gives me “grille”!xxx

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