You're broken and sad And feeling quite bad The tears spring forth from a sigh Your chest is constricted Your lips cannot stop A whimper becoming a cry This grief comes like rain And falls where it falls E'en deserts get their share of showers Take heart in the faith That this too shall pass In seconds or minutes or hours The prophets were tested Like no one before So know that your grief is a trial In shukr and hamd Send salawāt galore Upon him for a little while
Poetry
On His Baldness
Why so much love for them that part from you They give no thought to how they’ve grieved your mind Such love for things that leave the way they do But not for them that choose to stay behind Don’t shun the shine upon your blessed bean God’s plan is in all things that shed and fall Be hair or fur or leaves that once were green They all submit obeying nature’s call So why so sad my khalid at this loss When all it really is, is wholesome gain You know that your beloved won’t be cross If you yourself have chosen to remain Some surfaces are meant to be some day A field of cranium for children’s play
Hanging Around
There’s a stack of air Just hanging there Between the Japanese maple And the lazy white hydrangea It’s such a stack of air It’s a lovely shape With a fragrant flair Fully taking in its staple Of the morning sunshine can’t you Just taste that snack of air I don’t think it’s moved From it’s leafy lair Where it appears to stay still Encased by petal candy, oh I’m done.
Stay On It
All the world is a sign That a hope is your way If the only thing you fear Is an act where you stray That displeases the One With a will that melts glaciers And freezes the sun Cling well to that hope And nurture that fear Till the journey is done
Don’t Answer The Door
Despair comes knocking often in these times Its droll and dreary beat upon your door Conjuring up images of your crimes Until your shattered heart can take no more khalid acknowledge your deficiencies While there’s no good in lying to yourself Your mad frustrations only serve to please The demons wishing ill upon your health But sit upon a rock and let the air Remind you of the one who’s heart was filled With grief that his beloved wasn’t there To nurse him when a rain of stones had stilled The heavens sending prayers upon a man Content revived and pleased with Allah’s plan
In Line
Your life is as long As takes to respond To the welcome iqamah You heard as a babe So weave through your time You’re waiting in line And when you arrive We’ll pray on your grave
On His Love For Tāif
How can you claim To praise his name For the rahmah that is his life Unless you knew What he said to The angel of the mounts at Tāif
On That Fruit Seller Reading Qudūri
How can I being myself to count The many forms of love Of mothers tending babies And fathers burning nights Of brothers standing silent watch Over their brothers rights Of sisters gone downriver And queens becoming mothers Or a prophet drawing back The angel wrath above all others I’ll take the simple love of one For whom he’s never met From whom he has inherited A wealth of intellect Just sitting by his stock of fruit Qudūrī in his hands For time is his who fills it with A humbleness that spans Eternity, and angels marvel: Now there’s a love to love
Manure
Sin you mustn’t but sin you will So when you do plant a tree Of istighfār then spread your sins And spread them flat around the roots A filthy fertilizing mat For khalid, man you’re better than that
Time and I
Come time Have a seat Dip your toes Wet your feet On the shores Of Eternity If you could learn To bide me