Allah for the love of the love You place In the heart of a man doing all he can To keep his wife and children well Provided for within Your plan For the lines on his face The gray in his beard The sleepless nights And smiles through tears For the love of that love Forgive my sins
On Breaking A Clothes Hanger
If it’s one of those days you reach for a clothes hanger and it breaks as you fetch it and you think to yourself: “I didn’t do anything” Banish it with a thought heeding it as a sign maybe it’s one of those days when you break a thing though you don’t mean to
Stumbling
Look to the trembling baby bird afraid though freshly fledged that when the twig gives under it relies on foot and wing and wit to get back up again
Friday Waves
Let your tears wash the gravel In the barren river bed Of a heart given to travel Where deceptions court the dead Bend your knees to earnest pleading Beg forgiveness like a child For the waters are receding From a Friday reconciled Salawaat a gentle humming Salawaat in even tones Salawaat resounding drumming Salwaat in all your bones
Tyrant
Sometimes you find the perfect word To utter something cold It comes to show you who you’d be Had you discovered gold
Encrusted
My heart is caked with many layers Of this filth and grime It’s dripping with the sins that I have Gathered over time
Driftwood
Hold on to your driftwood faith As the skies turn gray Let the tide of Allah’s Name Wash every doubt away On to sandy shores again You’re returning to Tolerate your driftwood friend Or is it biding you
Hard To Find
If you still haven’t found What you’re looking for Then sit down, close your eyes Helps to shut the door Turn your heart to the Light Whence comes everything Take a breath and believe In the hope of spring Start afresh on your quest Leave it all behind It may be you’re the one That is hard to find
Grateful
It’s only a blessing if you’re grateful for it If you’re grateful for it it’s a blessing
Unwilling
Has a greater calamity been sent Than the unwillingness to find A reason to repent
