In Valleys of Desolation

Sheeba reads these pages

Sensing fire within that writhes

Sometimes she even cries

Letting out a few sighs and gasps

Often enough she smiles and laughs

“Mera pagal larka 🙈"

Away from worldly ideas on how to accrue

Out springs a jewel from her heart surprisingly without clue

‘Son… why keep watering dead plants

Return them to the soil to grow anew

Let the Lord imbue them with Eve's gardenous hue

Full of pink carnations, red asters, and forget me not blue’

We live happily to forgive, love, let go, and grow too

Yet stumbling still here I am, wishing I could just be

With you...

It’s from الله

Circa 2006