Al-Wadood: the most loving
my Lord loves me so divinely
in the ways He has gifted me a new beginning in the angelic city,
i always yearned for adventure,
somewhere far from the people of my hometown
who would mix cultural rules with religion,
i was once a young girl dreaming of living on my own, making it to out into the world to experience diversity
thus, i was gifted my visuals from The Giver of All Things,
then do i not see what my Lord has blessed upon me?
and the vivid blue cherry nights i wept to Him, filling my glass with contentment
for there was a time my soul knew what tranquility felt like,
lasting for merely a moment before my faith collapsed to the weight of my sins that overtook my mind,
when partying became the new constant hobby, rather than steadfast devotion to salah,
i tumbled on cement, bruising myself and my lonely, lonely soul on the hardwood floors
down the tunnel i traveled
further and further from my Lord
until there came dusk of that late night arrival to home; when i returned to the prayer mat
and i rested there to pause the chaos of my life, of current events,
i pondered, i perched upright to be near Him
to be protected in the dark hours where the devils would come to shun me,
my Lord was there to accept me, hug my soul
and there were cruel nights after where i attempted to sense God, but empty is what i recognized
rivers running, streams pouring down my beautific cheeks,
then do you not see?
does my audience not pertain,
that my relationship with God thunders up and bridges downwards,
sometimes the world becomes so distant, the connections lack intimacy
that i speak to my Lord to help me feel that He is with me
that he can take away this darkened pain and forgive me for my bad habits that sneak insomnia in my bedroom past midnight,
i beg, i plead, for God to give me more than the sign and sight of the moon
for my loneliness craves the warmth of my Lord
to be seen, to be heard, to be understood only by the Most Loving,
He provides the earth at my feet, oxygen and sweetness to my tongue, the paradisiacal visions my honey eyes capture
indeed,
my Lord must love me so divinely.