Poetry

You could reject the pleasures you’re allowed
Or be the slave embracing every gift
For sacrifice is clearly about
The quality of everything you give

The love Khaleelullah had for his son
Is why his love was honored by The One

The leaf in the wind
The wind in the storm
The storm in submission
Submission in the leaf

Let all your pain
Be left behind
Allah make this
Descent refined

Your resting place
May be a tomb
But know: you’re in
This planet’s womb

To be delivered
On a day
When time and space
Forget to play

That day I pray
You find your way
To where Sayyidina awaits

Somewhere between
The skies and earth;
Between the pools
Of grief and mirth;

Between where roses
Wilt and die
And grasses long dead
Come alive;

Between the wrath
Of tyrant’s scorn
And mother’s smile
For newly born:

There, hope
And all its children thrive.

Sweet Takbīr
Kind Punctuator
Reminding worshipper
Distracted by thoughts:
The Worshipped is Greater

Nothing unlocks
The doors of understanding
Like the persistent knocks
Of sincere repetition

Some call it madness
Ignore their reprimanding  
Even madness has elements
Of form and tradition

Look at trees
In the breeze
Quietly to wonder at

A simple word
That when uttered
Becomes a seed that blows

Upon a wind
That knows no sin
To where the treasure goes

A garden greener
Than the scenery
Right at the start

Before the word
Had softly stirred
Inside remembering heart