A Blaming Look

A Blaming Look

(1)

I hated the blaming look in your eyes,

When you saw me struggling with the waves.

I wished if it was impressive look,

Or even pity look.

But how can I understand a blaming look

In the eyes of someone sitting on his balcony

With glossy shoes,

And arms crossed

To blame the birds,

And reproach those who walk on the sand?!

…

I know that ..

Your knife is still sharp;

Because you did not instill it in the life's flesh.

So, be careful ..

When you use it to anatomize my body!

 

(2)

The mannequins in the display window,

Did not see anything in my eye except the speck.

They did not love me,

Even though I was not their enemy.

They did not pray for me,

Even though I did not persecute them.

Because they have never sinned,

They stoned me,

When I removed my seat belt,

And I jumped to the ocean.

I pushed the waves, and they pushed me.

I smudged the world, and it smudged me.

I fought the wind.

The salt crumbed my skin.

The rocks injured my legs.

At the end,

I came back with a heart that knows:

How weak is the man,

And how God forgives.

….

Oh, Jesus!

Tell those who were not tempted:

"Your faith is not completed yet."

Tell them

Not to throw a stone at me.