Cloak Me Once More

Everything else? Merely appetizers to this feast of sensation.

All that truly matters is that pulse within—the rhythmic battlecry drumming beneath your bones; its depth, its echoing sweetness, such delicious resonance. Yet, it offers even more: an intoxicating fragrance pooling gently at the base of your skull; the electric surge cascading down your spine. Your heart, a cage shaken, rattled awake, vibrating with the lowest bass note, ringing with the highest celestial frequency imaginable. You feel it now.

Inhale…exhale—pure essence… Bliss.

Yes, exactly.

See that mischievous smile ;)

We rarely appreciate the artistic beauty and poetry in the Love tapestry God has scripted between Him and Himself. Even when we do, our senses are lacking, our minds never fully apt.

Please, forgive Bashir once more,
For daring to approach your shore.
If artless proves this humble rhyme,
Let mercy cloak me - one more time.

It’s from الله