Lava’s Molten Tide

I ask Allah from his great infinitude of pardoning grace

Hai hai that airy, sparkling, nur filled face

This heart is open to all those who pass

People see a smile where inwardly I weep

There is no mirror all these thoughts glass

The secret inner chamber in the heart I keep

Those morning hands I held in love’s grasp

Those nearest to my heart whom I clasp

Within the innermost soul I may dare to look

Deeming to read self like a freshly opened book

We send forth images upon the stream of life

Every one who sees reading each of their own light

While we who write, oh what inward melting strife

Stacked upon us, bringing tears that dim our sight

These visions never fade in the distance of past years

Life’s hollow smiles, more saddening than tears

What wounds of our hearts must we ever rush to hide

Where memory flows from chest- lava’s molten tide

These pages are all half written, fair to view

Yet I still hope to write these truths fresh anew

And after these long years of bleeding, yearning pain

If I ever see that face of my soul’s truest love again

The infinitude of pardoning grace I will see in the rain

And if at last we may not effectively meet

In all of love’s fullness complete

Without her who cares of glory’s might

I dare not think how dark will be my night

Oh Allah, please take me away from this humble abode to thee

Heaven will be Heaven - as with her, Earth was Heaven to me

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It’s from الله