Poem: 7 By Emha Ainun Nadjib


By Emha Ainun Nadjib


My God
I entrust myself
to the heart
I make ready a life
for the vibration
there nobility of thought
is but the final
the tenderest blessing
of all prayer

My God
in this my small cell
on this tattered mat
as I behold the wooden shelf
buildings of an overcast civilization
having battled beneath the deceptive sun
I lay aside my thoughts
I lift up my heart
and wash
in Your hands.


Emha Ainun Nadjib.  99 untuk Tuhanku [99 For My God],  Pustaka Bandung  1983

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