My Prayer Gangster

Bismillah...

I'm awaiting my Deen Strapped Prayer Gangster;
who in pursuit of his afterlife is no prankster...

He blazes the town blasting holes in poverty;
dispersing his wealth like he's hit the lottery...

He's on the fast track Mondays, Thursdays, and most white days;
and in the small of the night he humbly bows to GOD in praise...

With no need to impress he speaks not of his deeds;
yet is the first on the scene to fulfill another's needs...

by swag he can't be measured because he's far too mature;
for adolescent labels needed by those much less secure... 

I rejoice in his coming as a mother rejoices after her child's birth;
for he's been granted the insight to recognize this woman's worth...

may ALLAH be pleased...ameen

Gazes, Glances, & Choices

Bismillah...

My bird's eye view of you got me lowering my gaze;
got my thoughts running around in a fascinating maze;
in the opposite direction attempting to avoid the eternal blaze...

I wish I hadn't caught your extended glance;
or your strategic positioning to further advance;
an opportunity I might have fallen into if given the chance...

But the sweet whispers of my inner voice;
gently encouraged me towards the proper choice;
and in my reflective space of safety, I prayerfully rejoice....  

may ALLAH be pleased...ameen

Humbling Footage

Bismillah...

As I travel across my life long bridge;
capturing sprinkles of Divine Footage;
I'm constantly humbled into prayerful prostration;
attempting to praise the CREATOR of all creation...

Oceans filled with fascination, canopied by the vast blue sky;
are merely rays beaming from the reflection of the Most High;
reminding me, I am nothing when compared to my CREATOR;
humbling me back into my position of servant and prostrator...

may ALLAH be pleased...ameen

The Gift of Praise

BISMILLAH...

I seek a divine find;
gifts of a spiritual kind;
mercy that's not confined;
with forgiveness combined...

I step firm in my weakness;
paling in YOUR Greatness;
mining for YOUR Kindness;
unable to reach YOUR Highness...

Gift to me oh CREATOR;
to whom none is Greater;
permission to bow now & later;
free me, the praise procrastinator...

My heart weeps even when my eyes are dry;
only YOU besides me can hear my soul cry;
in hopes of the gifts I receive only after I die;
I seek refuge from the devil's ultimate lie...

YOU alone I worship & praise;
in remembrance I spend my days;
when I'm not stuck in my mental maze;
torn between the rivers & the eternal blaze...

Gift to me oh CREATOR;
to whom none is Greater;
permission to bow now & later;
free me, the praise procrastinator...

No partners sons or daughters are YOURS;
YOU alone open life's & death's doors;
it's YOUR sky from which all rain pours;
just as it's YOU who brings the oceans upon the shores...

I declare openly without fear or hesitation;
to worship other than YOU is an abomination;
punishable by hell the most dreaded destination;
our bowing is for YOU and no other creation...

So, gift to me oh CREATOR;
to whom there is none Greater;
permission to bow now & later;
free me, the praise procrastinator...

may GOD who has absolutely NO partners sons or daughters be pleased...ameen