Saturday Morning
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
Friends, Brothers, Sisters, Scholars, Elders,
Walking into the Masjid today I was glad to see a number of resemblant faces and names present again after many many months, to review the sweet poetry of life, and although I come to you most times with joy and bearing glad tidings, underneath are often suppressed the veils of long lost love. As I stand looking out on your expectant faces there appears to my eyes a feeling I must shy away from, as if somehow, you look to me for a word from the Almighty.
I cannot help but ask this Saturday morning a question of myself and yourselves: ‘Why have you come out to hear a simple Man’s voice echo and re-echo through a hall in a building fashioned by human hands, all the while a voice of God rolls through the Universe tutoring such lessons, unraveling such mysteries, disclosing such wonders that have never entered into mind of my own to conceive, nor given ability to the human tongue to manifest.’
Aye broken hearted ones, when you have wearied of my voice, know that in my own less than adequate way I have told you the story of love, don’t feel that the story has all ended.
Go out tonight and stand tall under the beautiful dark purple hazed dome of the heaven, studded with myriads of twinkling jewels, like tiny lanterns hung out by the Angels wings to win your prized soul from Earth to Heaven. All the while standing there alone the voice of God rolling through your soul whispers out of the starry skies an everlasting unending Love. Dive deep, if you will, with all of your sciences and philosophies into the very bosom of Mother Earth, and there written by the same inked finger of that Eternal One, you will find on the very foundational rock of our planet the same old story of Love. To me it is not only traced in the golden sunlight of day or rhymed in the love-songs of birds; This love is lowly spoken in the sighing of the trees with the morning breeze, it is reflected in the shining smile of a Mother, it is found in the nothingness in between atoms, the rippling of the ocean, painted on petals of all flowers in every valley, sown in every seed planted in the soil.
It’s from الله
