The things that we find mundane
We hear them again and again
Repetitive, boring
And set to inducing
All manners of snoring
Are often all matters decreed
That we may be heedful to heed
What comes into view
Through the lens of tawḥīd
Poetry
In The Warmth Of The Shade
My first collection of poems was released yesterday by Fons Vitae. Alhamdulilah.
Also available on Amazon.com.
Liar
I think the greatest lie is when
You say you haven’t time
You say it even as you pen
A silly little rhyme
Beloved
It is not love to love a thing
That dies for such a death may bring
Decrease in what you thought was love
When comes to pass the painful sting
Of time. But love is what may grow
As separation floods the soul
With tears bear the vessel of
Your longing for the love you know
But how can separation be
When eyes have never been to see
What we believe is our beloved?
It follows then that we and he
Have met before the birth of time
Before the birth of pain and rhyme
For we know what we feel inside
Is from a separation’s tide
Tawheed
Know when you offer
Your service and love
That all you intended
And all that you do
Begins in a place
Beyond time and space
From One who is watching
In all of His Grace
To see if you attribute
All that you do
To where it begins
Or the idol that’s you.
Not in Control
October flurries reminding us
we’re not in control
of anything
at all
.
Fall
Words of tots like leaves of trees
Full of color when they fall
Listen, Again
If you think the obvious
May have been stated
Look into why it
Was articulated
But if you detest
To be in the quest
You may have embarked
On a journey ill-fated
Covenant
Consider now that covenant primordial
From every soul endowed prophetic sight;
They witnessed it as one submission cordial
To flush a heart, and fill a cave, with Light.
Waves
Waves
A sign
That everything goes
With the highs
And the lows
Till it dies
On the shores
Of time
Graves