Poetry

My Lord you know what’s in my heart
‎But teach me not to shy
‎Away from bringing to my tongue
‎A supplicating cry

‎For sea was split and ark was built 
‎And petition declared
‎From darknesses where ordinary
‎Souls would have despaired

‎لَآ اِلٰهَ اِلَّآ اَنت

It doesn’t really matter
Just where your tears go
Streaming down your face
Onto the prayer rug
Into your trusted palm So long
As sweet remembrance is your drug
That turns your salty grief
Into saccharine relief
It doesn’t really matter

Your 'aqīdah is a carriage
Meticulously designed
And built to withstand
The road to Jannah

So when it needs repair
Khalid don't you dare
Use aftermarket parts

When I thought I knew
I learned I didn't
When I knew I knew
I learned no more

When gravity becomes
The soul-centering force of
Justice over which Rahmah prevails
Then we’ll see all that weighs
To balance the scales

Think like the sea
Act like a river
Stand like a tree
Talk like a mountain

Turn the page
There will be more
That you my friend
Cannot ignore

The sky is there
You’ve got your wings
And you will fly
‘Mongst other things

But find your bearings
In this cage
Don’t say a word
Just turn the page

And don’t you skip
The footnotes

There you were
Now you’re gone
There you are
Drizzling dawn
On our dark
And dreary night
We will meet
By the pond
There we’ll be
Eagerly
Drinking till we
Become free
Of the thirst
In our song
By the hand
Of whom we long
For to return
Where we belong
Together

Let Allah’s Name dispel your grief
And Salawat repair your hurt
So rancor falls as withering leaf
To drive your roots into the dirt