A lot of things are said about respect
And all of its effects upon your heart
That beats a path to waters that reflect
The visage of your soul once you depart
Sometimes it means to rise from where you sit
To be, with the angelic order, one
Sometimes it means to let another spit
The final word and still your burning tongue
It means to let a rumor starve and die
Appoint your heart above what’s in your head
To weigh the need to ask the how and why
And leave unsaid what’s better left unsaid
Respect: it is the currency of souls
The passage widens once you pay the tolls
On Words
Don’t squander them playfully
They won’t excuse you
Use your words carefully
They’re wont to use you
They won’t excuse you
Use your words carefully
They’re wont to use you
Sipping
Sometimes a beverage gone cold
Warms you up
Because of a love that made home
In the cup
Warms you up
Because of a love that made home
In the cup
Sufficient
You only need proof
If his word isn’t enough
But if his word isn’t enough
Then the world isn’t enough
If his word isn’t enough
But if his word isn’t enough
Then the world isn’t enough
Listen
Hear the sound of His love
In the simplest of things
The swish of a broom
Or the flutter of wings
In the simplest of things
The swish of a broom
Or the flutter of wings
Rumor Has It
The only right that rumors hold
Is one to die before they’re told
How can we scape their vengeance if
They don’t forget who let them live
Is one to die before they’re told
How can we scape their vengeance if
They don’t forget who let them live
Leaves On My Way
Noah Knows
Who knows what centuries of life
And living and learning can do for you
Nūh knew
‘AlayhisSalaam
Who knows how to keep the world afloat
By the weight of wahy that sinks in true
Nūh knew
‘AlayhisSalaam
Who knows the power of patience in
The face of unabating sin
If you turn your back on a prophet know
That Nūr can turn its back on you
It’s true
Submit and stay calm
And living and learning can do for you
Nūh knew
‘AlayhisSalaam
Who knows how to keep the world afloat
By the weight of wahy that sinks in true
Nūh knew
‘AlayhisSalaam
Who knows the power of patience in
The face of unabating sin
If you turn your back on a prophet know
That Nūr can turn its back on you
It’s true
Submit and stay calm
Tired
You’re tired and spent
You’re gone though you never went
This bed of gold
Won’t turn back into straw
So take a hard look
Not everything’s in a book
Your heart may find
A door you never saw
You’re gone though you never went
This bed of gold
Won’t turn back into straw
So take a hard look
Not everything’s in a book
Your heart may find
A door you never saw
Grave Matters
If it seems like the struggle’s over
And it all feels right and good
You had better be dead
Or mistaken – the latter
Needs fixing before
It becomes a grave matter
And it all feels right and good
You had better be dead
Or mistaken – the latter
Needs fixing before
It becomes a grave matter