I am filled with fear and trembling,
horror at the violence around me.
I need shelter.
Day and night I witness
violence of warring missiles, aggression
on all levels, fraud in the marketplace.
Bearable only till you, my Familiar Friend, also depart.
Our sweet conversations ended for reasons I don’t know,
the path where we walked together, now forlorn.
Not guiltless myself, still I am but a dove
who needs wings to flee from this ill-fitting worldto the lodge of Holy Shelter.