Victim of Terror

Dying by terror is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next a brighter room.
I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other we still are.
Call me by my true familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect, without the traces of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
( There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death by terror but a negligible accident? or a product of hate? )
Why should i be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. Here in Heaven in the Lord’s Arms.

All is well.

By: Elias Yalda
  15. 11. 2010

With a broken heart i extend this Poem in honor of souls of all the victims of Terror who became Martyrs on October 31, 2010 inside the Church of the Lady of Our deliverance ( Mat’Mariam ), Karrada–Baghdad, IRAQ. May the Lord Our God gives strength of heart to their families, Friends, our Christian Assyrian Nation and all peace loving people on Earth.