They loved the Final Messenger
He loved them even more
When they obeyed
Or when they strayed
Returning by remorse delayed
Like driftwood sanctuary
Just lying on the shore
Archives for May 2018
The Third of Ramadan
Like lumber, sawn, then
Joined and sanded
Soft unto the edge of metal
Let my heart return commanded
To that place where all things settle
With Your Will and Mercy, Lord.
The Second of Ramadan
The sermon was solemn
And heavy with care
Of two things distracting
Us standing in columns:
Arrogance, stinginess.
Hearts in repair
Turn soft as the moon
Waxes into its share.
The First of Ramadan
You know my heart
Tattered and torn
Mend me, My Lord
I’m only worn
From all of me
Dying to live
Oh Greatest forgiver
You love to forgive
So forgive me