Poetry

Come, broken heart
Be mended again
Your pain’s a drought
Your submission rain

True knowledge is subtle 
Its serving is subtle 
It’s nourishing if 
The observing is subtle

You don’t tell your win-thirsty team
Right before the championship game
That the English and Science and Math’s where it’s at
All this winning and losing’s the same

You’ve got eleven months to get it right, plan 
For eleven more once you get through it 
Let the wave that’s coming break over you man 
Now’s the right time to get all into it

And remember that you 
Can say what is right 
And be idiotic even as you do it 
I know.

Act, for if you don’t, my friend
You will have missed a chance to act
Don’t act to fashion noble end
For that is heedless of the fact

That consequence is seas of veils
Concealing timeless mysteries
Of Will Divine that tilts the scales
Of justice done by histories 

Don’t be afraid
But be in awe
That you can overcome your fears
In awe of One
Bestowing strength
Intent, resolve and hopeful tears

When you reflect on something
Let your sight
Glance upon it
Not collide with it

Squander upon it
In equal parts
“What’s wrong about it?”
“What’s right with it?”

Let your sight not judge
Or fight with it
Leave that part
Up to your heart

For reflection
Holds the weight
Of light

To fast on end for forty days
To bring your heart into a state
Then cleanse your mouth to help expel
The odors in your silent breath

And then you learn the Lord was pleased
With what you thought offensive smelled
So off you fast for forty more
Before your conference is held

The prophets don’t just spend their time
They give of it in ways sublime

‪Sometimes we get so passionate‬
‪To change a thing, so much so we‬
‪Forget our selves once we forget‬
‪The reason why it came to be:‬
‪To change our hearts‬ and change us through‬
‪If only we would to leave it to‬

You can’t take away this soul
Even if you bring me hell
And I couldn’t sell it to you for
It isn’t mine to sell

You can’t take away my home
That is built upon a prayer
Like the call of Lady Āsiya
Extinguishing despair

‎إِنَّا لِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ

If you’re happy be sad
For this joy will end
If you’re sad be glad
For this grief will mend

Let the ups and the downs
Fashion smiles and frowns
On the length of the arc’s
Where it’s at my friend