Bismillah...
I am crying mixed tears filled with the most joyous sadness;
due to your written escape I found solace in this single madness...
Longing for the strength of his whisper in my ear;
his chest against my back reminding me my help is here...
Yet its not our time;
we still have mountains to climb;
to reach our garden of perfection;
filled with roses thorn(ed) for protection...
To preserve, protect, & maintain the dependent me;
will be first nature for the man found worthy;
who was created & divinely picked by the ALMIGHTY...
My patience has just worn a little thin today;
while my divine wiring won't allow me to pray;
at least not in the beloved obligatory way;
but grasped around faith my heart will stay...
As I await my pious knight wearing his polished Tahajud armor;
who by no means reflects arrogance, but is a sweet charmer;
and in the many fields of this deen he is a faithful farmer...
My whole self I commit; in GOD's plan I have no doubt;
and even in my most weary state HIS praise I still shout;
this write was just my way of drowning evil whispers out...
may ALLAH be pleased...ameen
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