I needed a Lord who would stand beside me

if all those closest to me abandoned me.

A Lord who would not be afraid to enter confined places

if I were unable to liberate myself and soar above them.

A Lord who would stroke my chest when I felt myself choking,

who would ease the pain of my heart whenever it was breaking.

In this way, my Lord was just as I wished Him to be.

I fled to him when the alleys narrowed

and the soldiers cut off my escape.

I fled to Him between one bullet and the next.

Nasser Abu Srour

The Tale of a Wall