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Thank You

Eyes squinted at the sun for the merest moment

It remained emblazoned inside closed lids

For longer than the squint then faded

When I turned away

Prayers climbed to You from a plaintive heart

You Oh Allah shone down upon me brighter

Radiance greater and without fading

When I rose from my knees

Eyes without a blink gazed up at a cool moon

My thoughts rose and brushed its ice-white face

And You Oh Allah returned warm answers

When I asked what all things mean

Anxieties sailed out beyond the ocean’s only line

You Oh Allah raised a breeze to fill the sails

And You sent me comfort on lapping waves

Whenever life caused deeper footprints