The Night Before Bastille Day
— — to the imprisoned hearts longing for freedom
The fireworks start blowing
In the rosy sky.
With People on the ceiling
Chanting the Islamic songs.
The whole world is in celebration.
While I have nothing to celebrate,
Only a lot to mourn.
The 2nd anniversary of an empty chair,
Makes me remember him.
The names he wrote on the blackboard,
Come to my mind times after times.
He spoiled his life
With endless alcohol.
His lessons are always filled
With inspirations and wisdoms.
The seeds of freedom
sowed by the drunk man,
Sprout out painfully
In the disappointing life,
In the deceived cage,
With scoldings and punishments.
The first miracle of God,
if counting,
Is the light inside his words.
The lampe given unheralded,
shows me the way all along.
On this night I need his voice
So, so badly.
No, no, shall not break
his dream in the wine.
May you safe and sound,
drink well and dream well,
whatever storm might come.
May the storm coming
big enough to bring
piece of hope
for freedom,
reviving the imprisoned souls.
Rivers never stop.
Judges finally come.
With His kingdom for those
Keeping their hearts.
In Jesus’s name, I Pray.
The Bastille in that land
Breaks,
The souls in caged
Set free.
Amen.
Mount.
14.07.2019
