BY ALEM KIDANE
My Beloved, your empathy is infinite It is a bag of compassion that never runs out. At the rarest of moments when it’s empty when I am undeserving Your silence is louder, there is always plenty. Forgive my life of avarice that rips your strings!
But…how can a hole make one whole Beloved? For your leaks endlessly trickle like a stream Soothing desolate lands into meadows And yet miraculously, there you still are In the headwaters! My Beloved, how bountiful is your empathy? It’s a bag of compassion that never runs out.
The Ethiopian Herald March 24/2021
