Here Am I

My God, how I feel like Brother Job today.
My lover struck down from the fighting
My father on his death bed
My breast torn open and filled with sickness
My nation divided into a million shards of broken glass.

I dare not call to you today
with the names of my children in my mouth
for fear you will take them from me.

I dare not ask you the question
"Am I not carrying enough?"
or
"Have I not loved you enough?"

Oh God, here am I,
Your beloved daughter,
the mother of angels.

Here am I.