Crucifixion Poem by Mohammad Yousef

Do not weep for me, Mother,
when I am in grave,
for the sky shall bear witness,
the sun will curl into shadows,
and the earth will tremble
beneath the weight of my silence.

In the stillness of twilight,
I will rise from the ashes of despair,
my spirit unfurling like a banner
against the storms of ignorance,
each breath a testament to resilience,
each heartbeat a whisper of defiance.

Mother,
do not let your tears carve rivers of sorrow,
for I am but a thread in the tapestry of fate,
woven with the fibers of sacrifice,
the colors of love and pain intertwined,
and in this crucifixion,
I find the essence of my being.

The wood beneath me,
grains of history etched in timelessness,
holds the stories of those who came before,
their voices echoing in the hollows of my chest,
reminding me that beyond the suffering,
there is a purpose, a light yet to be revealed.

Let the nails pierce not just my flesh,
but the illusions that bind us,
the chains of expectation and despair,
for in the agony of surrender,
I shall discover the freedom of the soul,
the transcendence of love that knows no bounds.

I am the echo of a thousand prayers,
the embodiment of a love unbroken,
and when the darkness threatens to swallow,
I will shine, a beacon in the night,
reminding the world that even in death,
there is a yearning for rebirth.

So, do not weep for me, Mother,
when I am in grave,
for I will be the whisper of the wind,
the rustle of leaves in the ancient trees,
the light that dances on the waters,
the promise of tomorrow,
alive in the hearts that remember.

In this crucifixion, I am not lost,
but set free,
a guardian of hope,
a testament to the journey,
where love transcends the cross,
and in every tear shed,
new life begins to bloom.