The black night’s cloak surrounds,
Shadows that eat at my thoughts
On the lonely dirt road
Of that which I call life.
The crickets chirp in the creek,
Dancing melodies that escape
When you search for them,
Yet always exist on the side.
The sun never really disappears,
Even in the darkest winters,
Or the cold nights
When it hides behind the earth.
But sometimes I forget
Amidst the rustling of leaves,
And for a moment
The world shivers.
Faith is knowing the sun exists,
Waiting patiently
For it to come back up,
While moving forward in the dark.
Sometimes with the help of family,
Or the smiles of friends;
Otherwise by focusing on tasks,
And finding purpose.
In reading the Quran
Or prayer’s prostration,
Seeking shelter in faith
Until our light returns.
For indeed spirituality brings peace
To our troubled souls,
As we are not burdened
Beyond what we can bear.
And seeking help from others,
Especially the Almighty,
Is not something to fear.
After all, we are His creation.