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The Saint’s Achievement
When the saint reached his goal only a chipmunk took notice all that light pouring out of his room like a private aurora borea…
The children that we have
become the teachers that will break us into bits
Our staunch confrontations with the world
pulverized or tested
Back across the bent backs of our parents
and ancestors
as if all the generations were tied to a dock
waiting for us to skip rocks across their bows
in the arctic with floating ice-chunks
or the tropics with its malarial fevers
Our children who take from us
cues for eye-winks or mouth-frowns
challenging the very blood that
courses through them to stand at the
crossroads and march on as the world’s
train whistles shriek shrill beside them
And we’re covered in the mist of passage
as they pass
tossing us a look or two
in passing
God keep them in their groove
for every day’s tomorrow
O Prophet press them in your praise
4/29/2007 (from Invention of the Wheel )
Categories: Poems, The Prophet Muhammad (salallahu alayhi wa sallam)