Peace, one and all…
Welcome to the sixth instalment of Poetry Overflowing. Subhan Allah! Don’t you just hate it when a long and finely crafted post disappears into the ether!?!?!
Anyway, these are some of my most recent poems. Enjoy…
Ya Allah! Accept the work of my hands as sincere worship for Your sake. And to You is the return of all things.
‘This world moves so fast
that there is little time for stillness.
Stillness of mind,
stillness of heart,
like the empty space between moments
in which we can move,
in which we can breathe,
into which we can fall in silent and joyful abandon.
Were they to find stillness,
they would cease to be.
Were planets to stand silent,
even for the briefest moment,
they would fall away and die.
As above, so below.
As without, so within.
The very spheres of heaven’s vault
confirm this truth.
They also point the way for Adam’s weary children.
Find stillness and become nothing.
before knowing the Great Other’.
‘You were sent here only to learn and spread compassion.
Either you become compassionate,
or else you stand in need of it.
Life reaches for itself in compassion;
forests grow, stars are born and die,
all for compassion’s blessed sake.
When a man plants the seed of compassion
in the garden of his heart,
his sowing is blessed and his harvest glorious’.
I Am A Crab
‘I am a crab
and I carry a hard shell upon my back.
Yet, the shell must one day crack,
and the beating heart that lies beneath
must stand revealed.
O Beloved! I want to Open!
For a hard shell is no fit home
for a son of Adam.
Love is your home:
I am weary of my exile here
and homesick indeed’.
A Strange Giant Strides to Shore
‘A strange giant strides to shore;
windows glimmer in the dawn sun,
and windows are in reality doors.
Love arises and a new creature is born,
tender yet strong,
gentle yet fleet of foot.
The heart’s prism refracts image after image
of colours vivid and wondrous.
Isn’t it good to be alive?
Truly, it is God’s good gift
and though I am a sinner,
I am not yet ready for the grave’s cold embrace’.
‘What can you do with words?
Made from merest air,
intangible, suffused with light.
Yet, they have a power magnetic:
they can repel and they can attract.
Words reach both poles
and like magnetic force, they reach beyond
this world’s solid floor,
into the heavens and the quiet spaces which lay between the void.
Words move hearts
and hearts move mountains.
Words are like plants:
some plants are fair, and others are not.
And, like plants, words can fill a man’s stomach
and lift a man’s mind.
Words, then, have power;
words, then, have grace.
Words can imprison and words can shatter
the chains that bind us.
Words keep time with breath,
words rise and fall with the drum’s beat.
Words measure out our lives,
even as they fade into eternity’s forever grasp.
We seek Infinity through words,
though they too fail
in the Presence of Majesty’.