Imtihaan

‘Life is a test’

So what’s best?

What of this longing?

For years I’ve been learning

‘What of this yearning?’

With Meccan bridled saddle and ferns from Stanley Park I fashion a nest

Destiny’s pressure bursts within, and outside of my chest

It tornadoes inside of me, even when I’m chill

It slashes my heart till she can no longer be still

I cry mornings and nights on a lonely hill

It may take me back to the source before I can have my fill

Something needs to happen, click

I keep getting sick

This pain can’t go on forever

The prayers of your friends have tantalized

I fear my potential not being realized

I know the ingredients that fertilize

If not in this life Lord

Sublime companionships that await

You and those that truly understand, will appreciate

If I can’t get the love needed in this prisoned gate

It’s getting late

Take me away

I fear being led astray

Tonight…Test Test

Lord - take me to rest

It’s from الله