
Souls
There are so many souls worth saving the face wreathed in roses whose eyes tell tales from before civilization when trees were…
It can’t be coaxed
the wind
to go thinly into a tiny chamber
except by Allah
Light
unless it is pushed ahead
by invisible forces
swifter than anything
remains in the dark
The captain
atilt on the high seas
unless he turn by Allah’s bright stars
can’t steer to safety
By Allah alone
these things and centipedes
fluttering along a branch
in a hurry or dreamy nights
on a bridge overlooking
moonlight
reflect in the face
like the first cause
Whose Face kept in shadow
unless Allah illumine it
opens this day
for us
8/23/2004 (from Cooked Oranges)
Categories: Poems
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