Ode to Qana

Oh, Jesus!
Once again your wine
has spilled over the land
of the Cedars.
Once a miracle,
now a horror
that lingers.

For the young lambs
of our land
were taken away
from their sleep.
Once warm
while tucked
under sheets,
now frozen
in time
and soaked
in a bitter,
red wine.

Oh, Mohammad!
Take them with you
to a far away place
away from clouds
of burning smoke
away from the ashes
of their homes
away from their mother's
cold embrace
away from a scarred land.

Wake them up!
Wake them up!
And take them with you.
Up and away,
Up and away,
to a land unknown.

written by Elizabeth Ayoub, on the day of the 2nd Massacre.