He Comes Running (3 poems)
11 At the dawn call to prayer from the nearby lovely spindly-minareted mosque crossing adhans from other minarets by loudspeak…
O God of the sliver that fells a giant
of the gnat that burrows into the
brain of Nimrod
(such a famous drilling to Glory)
Of a spiraling tornado that flattens towns
but is the DNA’s motion one
spinning spiral inside another
Of a bridge across water so dark
only the blind can cross it with
little consternation
God of antelope and antlers
squid and their inky shields
elephants and their lumbering bulk
humankind with every
weapon in the book
bent on self-destruction
Yet You’ve given into our hearts
the architectural structures of purest
incandescence to establish love zones of
total beneficence
on the sides of hills
in the midst of bomb blast
on this planet in its collision course with
endlessness and the Light You Light
O God Who’s put us in the
deep end to start with
and we must climb to the shallows
to stand knee deep with
saints in their beatitudes as the
churning waters of peacefulness
prevail
5/10/12 (from Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems, Saints / Awliyya