HAMDOLSUN

HERŞEY KARMAŞIKLAŞIR, BÜTÜN MANZARAN FLULAŞIR, YÜREĞİNE GÖĞÜSKAFESİN DARLAŞIR… NE ZAMAN Kİ BÜYÜK, KOCAMAN, DERİN BİR NEFES ALMAYA KALDIRIRSIN BAŞINI GÖĞE, ORADA YUSYUVARLAK BİR GÜNEŞ, BELKİ YAY GİBİ KIVRILMIŞ BİR AY, BELKİ TOMBUL BEYAZ İKİ BULUT, BELKİ ELİNİ TOPRAĞA SÜREN BİR ŞİMŞEK GÖRÜRSÜN VE DERSİN Kİ: TEK BAŞIMA NE DOĞURMAYA NE DE BATIRMAYA YETER GÜCÜM, ÜFLESEM DAĞITAMAM, HALAT OLSAM ÇEKEMEM YARATTIĞIN AFETİ. EY RÂB ! SENİN GÜCÜN NE ÜSTÜN. BENİ ALIR, ŞEKİLDEN ŞEKİLE SOKAR, RENKTEN RENGE BOYAR, BİR PADİŞAH BİR UŞAK YAPARSIN. BİLİRİM Kİ NEYLERSEN HAYRIMA EYLERSİN. HAMDOLSUN VERDİĞİN NİMETLERE.




THANKS RÂB
EVERYTHING BECOMES COMPLICATED, ALL THE VIEW BECOMES MUDDY, YOUR BREAST BECOMES NARROW TO YOUR HEART… WHEN YOU LOOK UP TO THE SKY TO TAKE A BIG, HUGE, DEEP BREATH, YOU SEE A BIG ROUND SUN, MAY BE THE MOON CURLED LİKE A BOW, MAY BE TWO WHITE PLUMP CLOUDS, MAY BE A LIGHTNING FLASH THAT RUBS ITS HAND TO THE LAND AND YOU SAY: I HAVE NOT ENOUGH POWER TO RISE OR SET, I CAN NOT SPREAD WITH A BLOW, I CAN NOT PULL THE CALAMITY IF I CAN BE A ROPE. WELL RÂB ! HOW SUPERIOR YOUR POWER. YOU TAKE ME FROM A FORM TO OTHER, YOU PAINT ME FROM A COLOR TO OTHER, YOU MAKE ME KING OR A SERVANT. I KNOW THAT, WHATEVER YOU MAKE IS GOOD FOR ME. THANKS FOR ALL YOUR BLESSINGS.