Posts tagged “poem

my guide

Posted on April 26, 2019

my heart’s rapture holds the momentwhen I first glanced upon your facewhen all that mattered disappearedand you remained there in its place   when we first met, you did not speakyet until now, your voice I hearand though the miles stretch out farby the soul’s standard, you are near   I came to you in summer’s heatwith weary limbs and aching solesupon your doorstep I then fellfeeling, at last, I had come home   resting your hand upon my headyou wiped my journey’s dust awaywith you I sat, you marked the pathfor one who’d wandered long astray   above us rose a blooming moonits light extinguished all the starsand it was then I realizedI am there only where you are   for years, the…

your Ali

Posted on June 16, 2017

it’s long been a wish of mine a wish that my eyes may see standing underneath the sky of Madina’s pure city   of your city I have dreamed of your tranquil purity that soul resting in your sands RasoolAllah, Allah’s Nabi   in night-depths I lay awake to my eyes whispers a dream the sun’s fragrance in the rain coolness of the moonlight’s gleam   aching hands grasping at stars I walk weightless over seas green dome, rising from afar, your grave stands in front of me   how many words I wish to say! wishes of my heart to free! comes only a single phrase one thought brings me to my knees   no words worthy, like these words no other words…

“carry on”

Posted on December 22, 2016

It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, and you’re mad with the thrill and the glory; it’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, and wallow in fields that are gory. it’s a different song when everything’s wrong, when you’re feeling infernally mortal; when it’s ten against one, and hope there is none, buck up, little soldier, and chortle:   Carry on! Carry on! There isn’t much punch in your blow. You’re glaring and staring and hitting out blind; you’re muddy and bloody, but never you mind. Carry on! Carry on! You haven’t the ghost of a show. It’s looking like death, but while you’ve a breath, Carry on, my son! Carry on!   And so in the strife of the battle of life it’s…

our way through fire

Posted on May 31, 2015

“I am the progeny of Ibrahim; I’ll find my way through fire.” -Rumi   millennia ago, when the world was a younger place in the heavens, a human being was created from clay a being of sinew and flesh and stardust and bone a being that would, in time, call this Earth its home.   the Lord said, ‘I will create a vicegerent on Earth.’ the angels replied, ‘what reason is there for this birth? will you place there one who would only shed blood? make mischief and pollute clear rivers with mud? who would fight hard and lie and from others steal? who would cry out and cheat and innocents kill? who You’ll make, yet heedless will be their praise while we celebrate…

fragrance of the found

Posted on July 16, 2013

“O God, what did find who lost you? And what did he lose who found you?” -Hussain ibn Ali (a)   I’ve heard whispered tales of a flower in a slumbering wood Whose tears did fall when the world’s weight it understood Drowning in the haze of fairytales, countless once upon a times Of knights bright in shining armor, women with beauty refined   Too weakened by shadows, roots shaken by each passerby So it learned to prick hands that either crushed, or at its beauty did sigh Its strength tested, soon took its bent stem as a sign of defeat Was told once its petals would fall, would turn man into beast   Lost and confused, turned for answers to a wise, olden…

the believer’s lament

Posted on February 14, 2013

I stand at the edge of something vast. The push and the pull of centuries and the universe, a battle between light and dark rages across the fields of my soul.   “Steady your arms, men! Brace the line, men!” The clamor of shields, the cacophony of this vessel of steel marching forward into the stirring emptiness of the woods, ancient trees beckoning with their gnarled hands.   All light leaves as we move into the darkness. Deafening silence, the stillness of morning after snowfall. “Keep to the path men!”   The screech of a raven, a broken cry, a shrill wailing for love lost to shadows.