To God

Are there words enough
for you who reads hearts,
for you who listens to our very thoughts
when we forget that we are thinking?

You sent flowers upon this earth
in all different shapes and colours
and while some grow and bloom after winter leaves,
others wither just at the thought of spring.

How hopeless some seem
with their heads hidden in the ground,
yet only you know how they struggle
to one day meet the sunlight.
How great others seem
dancing in the wind
in colours our poor eyes cannot capture,
yet only you know how they weep and cry
in the darkness of night,
when no one listens to the withering petals.

It is you who loves them
through autumn and spring
so tell me, are there words enough for you?

Are there words enough
for you who has planted seeds of love within our souls
and who waters us patiently
until we bloom again
and again.

Jehona Thaqi © Eid Mubarak