Hadi Atallah

At last, I handed my worries back to God.
And I placed my faith, love, and hope deep within me.
Faith, always the foundation of prosperity.
Hope, standing still, watching, ready to help when it could,
Or to comfort when it could not.
And Love, strong enough to conquer the incurable: even hate.
For all hatred is, at its root, self-hate.

Still, I remained suspicious.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the work in front of me.
“What do I fear?”
I asked myself.
And after searching long,
I answered honestly:
“Us, together.”

Even so, the work,
And the simple rhythm of running errands,
Softened me,
Peeling away the hard shell
I thought would never break.