(ninth moment)
It was midnight and I was looking at my hands
They were empty, nothing to hold, indolent
It was midnight and life was hanging
And someone was about to call
It was 3am. The peace came.
The sudden spike of relief
The solid stable certainty of right
And someone was about to call
It was 5am. The next day.
The two engines on each side were drumming
And though I had not let myself say it
I raised my hands and called
From Him we come and to Him we return.
By Ali A.Naqvi
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