My glacial breath blows, steaming the glass
I wipe it and watch
as the cold mist sweeps gently down the road
hazily reflecting the orange glow of the street light
cushioned on the serenity of silence
I hold still and scent the moment
I picture the 'ism' and shiver as the tranquility suffuses
My chest dilates as my smile spreads
My whisper pierces the air with his praiseworthy name
I sink into the moment, as my soul coils in his remembrance
my heart races in gratitude, as I feel the summit of happiness
realisation dawns, as my knees give way and I fall on the dusty path to Madina
I submit my meridian of being to Him
as my tongue transalates what my heart thinks
He is The Lord of the Mashirk and The Lord of the Maghrib
so I dispose of my affairs in Him
For He is Allah and He is enough
This post has been edited by Know-The-Ledge: 09 December 2011 - 10:02 PM


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