Peace, one and all…
During the last week, I’ve written a few poems (al hamdu lillah). As I’ve polished them a bit, I thought I’d share them with you all. The last few have been rather dark. So, let me ask for your pardon – it appears that God wants me to feel the consequences of my actions (and I submit myself to His decree).
Songs of Expansion, Songs of Contraction (or, I am a Bellows)
‘God expands and God contracts
and God does all that He wills;
In His hands, I am a bellows,
expanded and contracted to heat a fire
and fires are for curing winter’s chill.
When God expands,
new vistas open,
new pathways emerge,
new choices unfold
and the world becomes a garden.
In these times, my heart rises
to embrace each lesson,
as He pours them out upon my very soul.
And when God withholds His grace,
the world contracts:
all paths become narrow,
the hilltops obscure themselves in mist
and life becomes as sharp and as bitter as a thorn.
At these times, each breath
and the fire grows fierce indeed:
fire’s purpose is also to burn away dross.
And yet, His decree,
though wrapped in garments severe,
is really the lightening
which heralds the arrival of His life-giving rain,
for those with ears to hear.
And, though I fear contractions,
in reality, are they not birth pangs,
for some greater life as yet unknown?
‘If you continue to drink poison,
how long will your heart retain life?
If you continue to plunge blades of ice
into your innermost heart,
how long will you be able
to stave off the cold?
The more you stray from Him,
the more you will stray towards
and that outcast renegade has no love for you!
Aye! No love for you at all!
I Stood in the Bookshop
‘I stood in the bookshop,
with my hard-earned money to spend.
Eager, excited, hopeful
in my search for the Beloved Friend.
Debating my choices, I rose
unsure of which path to take.
Seeking nearness and closeness to God,
and having a thirst to slake.
Follow Love, choose Me and be free,
a voice in my head did say.
For the Road is long without Love,
which shortens and makes fast the Way’.
Thank You My Lord
‘Thank You my Lord for the gift of poetry,
for my soul rises with joy
when it sees how close You truly are.
Your gift allows me to express,
though in faltering and uncertain words,
my Love for You,
which is a reflection
of Your Love for me.
Ya Rahman! Your mercies and favours are uncounted
and my tongue would weary
before I could begin.
So, accept these words as my small gift to You
for the sincere gratitude of my unworthy hands
is all that I have to offer’.