Medinah

I used to be taken aback by the first divine flush of love

Then I realized there are levels greater

Both below and above

The light of her smile sparkles through fields

Of thin green agate glass, flooding my eyes

Burnt, spurned by love from native shore…

I went

Dropping tears like candles of semitic lore…

To repent

Into it smiling, then weeping more and more…

I went

It’s from الله