Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Nothing can contain me…
My soul is what
Barriers are unable to withhold…
I seek refuge in your safety…
With the treasure of your love,
How can one care about jewels and gold?
You have taught me life,
Through my eyes and my stories untold,
In your presence,
My heart unfolds…
I yearn for you,
My sanity I have sold,
to get closer to you…
Nothing can obtain me…
My soul is what
Barriers are unable to withhold…©
Skies always blue,
All our lives through.
Allah hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.
But Allah hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Undying love . . .
let me laugh again,
But never let me forget that I cried.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
What is this deafening noise I escape from?
I run from it, yet I let it catch me…
Something I once craved, I now just let in after a fight…
I use silence as the advantage to be alone with the One who has might,
I cry on silence’s shoulder til it drowns in my tears,
Silence is the noise that brings out my fears…
Yet ironically it’s also the one that has given me peace throughout these hard years…
I put my pen on paper,
But all I get is silence…
My mind has numbed and can no longer make words…
My mojo is off and my vision has become blurred…
My flow has disappeared and my speech is now slurred…
I’ve become erratic, my state is absurd…
Something I hide, that you’ll never see…
Silence…the drunkenness of unity…
Sometimes the only solution to obtaining purity,
I wait til it decides to leave me…©
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
to let the raindrops
disguise her tears...
the thunder is not from the sky,
it's in her heart...
The night radiates
the darkness in her eyes,
the depth of her soul,
the receiver of her trials and tribulations,
the pain-filled black hole...
Lightning rips through the sky,
as it rips through her mind,
flashes of anguish
jolt of reality...
Head raised to the sky,
that this shower of His mercy,
will spring forth flowers in
her garden of Hope...
As she waits,
she cries in the rain,
as the raindrops disguise
Monday, May 4, 2009
Passing through gutters
Until it is no more,
once the earth has dried…
Is that how it is?
Or could it be that each raindrop lives its life
Through the earth that it nourishes,
Becoming whole with the tree, flowers, grass, whatever it may be,
Living a life nurturing others…
Are raindrops too…
When the storm of life comes upon us,
We individuals in some ways merge into one…
Some of us think we’re half dead,
And some recognize being a source of vitality,
we’re actually able to contribute to life somehow,
Are you the one who passes through a gutter and dies off?
Or are you the one who nourishes your surroundings…
Making contact with creation and surviving through various forms?(c)