Gold light shatters the
mornings of mourning, divine
prayer slips from mouth
shame skewers pride’s lung.
God commands me to talk. I
do not know how long
has passed. Words sizzle,
cumin seeds in burnished oil.
Delayed meal tasting
like only joy can.
Hearts-to-hearts require response
says my forlorn heart.
Knees dig into earth
the metaphor eludes me
answer me, I plead.
Give me a sign. One.
Dusk shatters through my waiting
God answers in silence.
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Aatiqa Mankani is a student poet currently based in Vietnam. When not writing, she enjoys reading about history and exploring nearby museums.
Art/s and Theology Australia 