The path

When the evening birds were bidding farewell
When the sun was setting in your sky 
You realized 
The path you chose wasn't the right one

You look back with longing for one more chance
But it is too late at the end of the day

Somewhere you hear a voice
May be it was from a place deep inside you

And it says:
it is good that you have realized that
Because I have seen many
Who fell asleep at the end of their roads
With a dream of paradise that never existed

Abrahams of today

God tired is this servant of yours
Who doesn't sacrifice his son for you
Neither the beautiful lamb
Who wants to put an end to the blood
That flows freely in the altar
And on the blades of swords

May He too desire the paradise
But too busy in this world for a prayer
Sweat flows from his body
When he carries the leper to hospital
When he brings water to the thirsty desert
But he doesn't have time for a prayer


He too loves the paradise
He too loves you
But he loves the world too
And while he is here
He sweats for the wounded
And for the hungry.


Nobody can convince him,
Neither a prophet nor even you
to slit the throat of his son.
For all the heavens
And for all your infinite bless
He won't sacrifice the goat
Who clings to life with longing,
Like anybody else.


God please stand by him