Jewels of God
For Gaza and everyone. From Mother Poems and A Crack in Time by Shambhavi Sarasvati at Kindred 108. We're all kindred here.
for Mosab Abu Toha Your tears are the jewels of God. Your anger is God’s sword. Your patience is a miracle and among the great proofs of the value of a human incarnation. Your grief is shredding the fabric of the world to reveal the real world. The fact that you keep on pleading is an austerity beyond all austerities and a mercy beyond all mercies. God’s mirror is ablaze in you. The clarity with which it reflects is hard to bear. Since childhood, I have marched around chanted and danced to songs of liberation. Argued this or that point and built sand castle solutions out of enthusiasm, books, and air. We were having fun pumping ourselves up with music and solidarity. Now I’m heavy with the sadness of these late-stage revelations. Now I seriously consider that we may not survive and that we are not winning in that easier way with our delusions left undestroyed. Now I see that if we want even ordinary victory we must call this destruction and descent by its real names and bear thoroughly the horror and humanity of it all. Mosab Abu Toha is a Gazan poet, teacher, and activist who managed to leave Gaza after being abducted by Israeli occupation forces in 2023. He now lives and teaches in the United States. He has published two books of poetry: Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear and Forest of Noise.
from Mother Poems and A Crack in Time, poems by Shambhavi Sarasvati
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I'm reading this poem right after seeing another poet, Mosab Abu Toha, make desperate pleas to the Instagram-world to help his wife's family. They are in Northern Gaza, under the rubble.
"Your grief is shredding the fabric of the world
to reveal the real world.
The fact that you keep on
pleading is an austerity beyond all austerities
and a mercy beyond all mercies."
These lines are searing.