The Beloved’s Larger Sky

March 2, 2007 in Poems of Love, Poems of Travel, The Poet's Eyes, The Poet's Tongue...

Peace, one and all…

Now that I’ve finished posting the back catalogue, here are today’s poetic reflections.  I hope you enjoy them, and may God make them beneficial.

The Beloved’s Larger Sky

Each child of Adam
is a world in their own right,
and as each planet
in heaven’s fair field,

has an axis round which it moves,
so the human being
orbits the heart’s sun.

What, then, drives our soul’s rotation
through this life?

Need and love,
or you might say,
fear and hope.

These things cause our
inner firmament to move,
just as gravity and magnetism
do so in this greater world of flesh.

When we are first born,
and our worlds emerge
newly formed from the void,
need drives us forth
in search of wholeness,
in search of love.

Some find what they seek
and can thus begin
the journey Beyond.

Those who do not find,
or find but do not see,
must wander for a while
in skies of their own imagining
till they too see the truth:

each human planet
is but an atom
in the Beloved’s larger sky.

Enjoy Watching

Sometimes, when the spirit moves me,
I feel urged to write
and the Beloved
sends me the words I need to say.

Sometimes I just enjoy watching
this beautiful world
as I pass by.

I am a guest here
so it would be impolite
to refuse my Host’s
open-handed generosity,

and though, in truth,
I am a world unto myself,
all that I am was given
to me by another.

So let blood pump
and heart sing
and let this life,
for which I am grateful,
be spent in awe and wonder.

This Human Condition

Beloved, what wide horizons
You have shown me,
what open vistas You reveal.

Forgive me, then, Beloved
when this human condition
drives me into all the narrow
corners of my soul.

I want to say that
I will never be so driven again,
but we both know
that it would be a lie.

And, if I am to begin this
transformation into adulthood,
I must be honest,
finally.

So what, then, could I promise?
For I know that
without such strictures,
a human heart may wander.

Beloved, in the hour of my narrowness,
let me return quickly to You,
for I fear separation most of all.

Beloved, grant me the wisdom
to love, to see and to act.

Ma’as salama,
Abdur Rahman