A Poet’s Gift…

Peace, one and all…

I wrote this little ditty a few days ago (haven’t been able to post it yet).  Enjoy……

Ya Allah!  I need Your forgiveness and mercy.  O my Lord!  Do not turn me from Your door.

‘I never thought I had a poet’s gift,
or a writer’s pen.
And even now,
these gifts feel strange in my hands.
My froward tongue stumbles on,
under a command of adamant.
When the gift comes upon me I write
and tongue and pen hold joyful communion.
When the gift departs,
I rest in silent stillness.
If then I should attempt coercion,
the Spirit leaps away
from all of my snares and traps.
No, it is not mine:
It is a gift.
And, as with all gifts,
it must one day be returned,
when the Giver of Gifts
demands audience.

Ma’as salama ,
Abdur Rahman