Before It's Too Late
The thing about apologies:
Can make them anytime,
It’s easy to say sorry for
Just any sort of crime;
The only time apologies
Are wasted on your breath
Is when the one they’re meant for has
Already tasted death.
So shed the weight of arrogance,
And swallow all your pride,
You’ll wish you had when someone has
Eventually died.
And know: it’s not for everyone.
To see a matter through
Is not a thing for children, it’s
What men and women do.
love, love and Love
How vain is a love that reason requires,
For reasons don’t live very long:
They thrive in a storm of capricious desires
And die when the wind isn’t strong.
And a love for no reason blows like a leaf
That floats on the whim of a breeze,
Wherever it blows, extinguishes grief
That those in its path it may please.
Like An Airplane
‘Eid Mubarak to children far and wide. Let your imagination be your favorite toy, and your conscience be your guide.
I can be almost anything
The Last Ten Days Of Ramadan
Seek the night of power,
Search until you find
That barakah-filled hour
To leave your past behind;
Deliverance from the fire
Descending from the Throne:
Is there a mercy higher
Than standing up alone
These last ten nights of Ramadan,
The even and the odd,
When in the peace before the dawn
Goes forth the Will of God.
The Second Ten Days Of Ramadan
Ramadan Ajr
An ajr every fast you keep,
An ajr every prayer;
In alms you give, and even sleep,
There’s ajr everywhere:
For all your pleas and tears at night,
Your constancy at day,
To hear no evil, see no sight,
To go no wayward way;
Yes, every deed attracts reward,
A measure of what’s sown;
All but the fast, for that the Lord
Will make His pleasure known.
The First Ten Days Of Ramadan
It’s that time of year again
When the nights are filled with light
Penetrating hearts of men
Standing up to pray at night.
As the crescent waxes, so
Do the mercies from above
In their unabated flow:
Every mercy steeped in love.
Seek all mercies undeterred,
But the greatest mercy might
Be a supplicating word
In the silence of the night.
Mother And Child – Part 2
Will you be the very one
Who will turn away from me
When the resurrection’s done,
Is that just the way we’ll be?
Will we both await our turns
On the plains of reckoning
While the temperature, it burns
All delusion that we bring?
Will the passing of that grief
Both our memories renew?
Will I savor the relief
At the fountain next to you?
All of thirst quenched at the hands
Of the one we longed to meet,
Will I recognize the lands
That you tread beneath your feet
As the peace I once had known
Back when you and I were one
Fore the swell of time had grown
Neath the blaze of newborn sun?
Mother And Child – Part 1
It’s hard to see you weep
When you’re crying in the rain;
It’s hard to hear your voice
In the rattle of a train;
It’s hard to hold a candle
To the splendor in the sky,
And hard to see the light
When the sun is in my eye;
So I can’t know the pains
You knew when we were one,
Like tears in the rains,
And a candle in the sun;
You kept a pieace of me
From our separation sweet,
I’ll know it when I see
Paradise beneath your feet.