The Morning of the Last Day
Allah elects from whomever he wants of His slaves for the presence of isolation — Shaykh ibn al-Habib of Fez The sun is rising…
Sumptuous Juggler God Coy Beloved
Elusive Letter-writer from a distant land
beyond moonbeams and tides though You
send them to us enwrapped and encoded
in message bottles of their outer crusts
we must crack to comprehend or at least
hold up to ears like shells to hear Your
Voice resounding in a coral coil to the
infinitely minute central spiral whose nub is a
miracle dot from which the whole unfolds
again and again before us comprehensible
incomprehensible in dots and dashes
or among saintly ones in full flashes of
stupendous Light in a circular
cosmos of sun and moon and planetary
pastures filled with the Kingdom of the Animals
from which we rise enraptured of Your
Perfect Face —
we fast for You
and leave the world alone
8/4/2011 4 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)
Categories: Poems, Saints / Awliyya, Fasting