None but You, my Lord, only You

I do call, cry out, searching, hoping for answers

My prayers are deep and understood

But not by any of them, they are understood by You

Only You.     

My Lord, my beloved Lord, forgive me, please do,

Forgive them, we are but simple sinners,

Sent to worship and believe, but indeed corrupted

Our souls darkened by our ugly sins

Cutting and scarring further into our hearts and minds

Our blackened hearts are too cold to be melted

Too hard to be broken, and maligned are we

But defenceless, for indeed we have lost the right

To be defended, by the greatest defence

How so for us now our Lord, beloved Lord?

Indeed in the blackness there is always a light

After every hardship there is always ease

I do not see it now, but will we soon be free from our oppression?

Will our diseases be cured so we may be once again purified and forgiven?

I beg of you my dear, dear Lord

For answers to my broken heart

There is no hope but you, only You my beloved Lord

Please, I do beg, to be freed from

The disease of my blackened heart.

© Quratul Ayn 2009

Its head looms bigger than mine over me, threatening almost, to swallow me?

And it’s shoulders are somewhat distorted

They stand at odd corners and…no, no, they really don’t do justice to the body.

The arms, well they’re sort of hanging,

large and looming, like they’re going to grab me.

But nonetheless, they are surely stronger than mine…at least that is how they look.

The hands are a tad bigger

Perhaps more so than the shoulders, or is that just beyond common sense?

No, they appear almost the same…I’m sure.

The body isn’t that much larger, though its position almost makes it appear…

Well, bigger? More robust? Powerful?

Umm…I think it’s just a lot more full…eager to feel it’s worth.

Comparatively I suppose, I suppose I’m much smaller.

Height, life, worth…but then I wonder

Why does it not have features, like mine…what of its eyes, ears and mouth?

Does it have any sense?

Taste, smell, touch, sight or sound?

And as I move, I see, suddenly…

like a rock bounded back to earth, a comet through the universe

I feel, with certainty,

My shadow has no worth

Just as little as my ego

Because while I am a perfect creation of my Lord swt

My ego is only a creation of my insignificant self.

© Quratul Ayn 2008-04-08