His Mercy
Archived under My Poetry .
(I haven't written a serious poem for a very long time. Here's my latest attempt.)
The land was parched
Seemingly deserted.
The cracks ran deep into the earth
Visible for miles.
Barefooted and thirsty
She walked.
She swayed with fatigue
Desperately seeking sustenance.
Reminiscing the days
Of constant sin
Disobedience and darkness
Misguidance and aimless wandering
She stopped.
Sat to contemplate
Her stupidity, blindness
Back then.
She stopped.
Sat to contemplate
How she crawled through
The tunnel and found
A great treasure at the end.
Light.
The clouds gathered around her
Bearing something heavy
Unexpected.
They dropped their load
Upon her.
It was cool, refreshing
Rain.
Sent down from the heavens
From the Most Merciful.
His Mercy
Forgiveness.
Falls upon us
Like Rain.
© March 2005 - Umm Junayd.
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As Salaamu'alaikum wa Rahmatullaahi wa Barakaatuh, Ukhti...
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maashaAllah, very nice ukhti. it reminds me of a poem that i wrote a few years ago(before Islam though) called into the night.
wa assalam, sharika
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I loved this!