The End of the World

Wipe your tears
child
It’s not the end of the world.

It’s the end of a world.

Beyond this world,
many worlds there are

It’s not the end of the world.
It’s the end of the world
you’ve known.

Other worlds await you.

Worlds you’ll inhabit
Worlds you’ll create.

Mourn now,
my child.
Mourn this world
coming to an end.

Grieve the dreams
That will never come to be

Wipe your tears,
child
And dream again.

There are more worlds to come.

After every apocalypse
You will rise again,
my child.

One world ends,
Another begins.

The Jesus of your soul
Now on the cross
Buried under
Will rise again

After this year of sadness
There’ll be an ascension

The joy tomorrow
Is already inside
The grief today

Inna ma’a ‘l-usri yusra
Fa inna ma’a ‘l-usri yusra.

It’s not the end of the world
Many worlds there are
Other worlds
Await
Worlds that you’ll make
With your hands

Dreams of seeds
Watered with the now tears.

- Omar Safi

WIlliam PacholskiComment