The Great Divide

By far there is no distance greater
than twixt the hand of man and God,
nor come to pass each askance later
moments sans a faithful nod.
By far there is no deed as honest
as the act of leaping blind,
nor ceases much such self admonish
from when an absence must will I find.
I hope the sky does fade in hue,
each noon and night I pray to you,
when to dark and when to light,
I dream awakened of that sight.
By far there is no moment better,
nor is by far a place as Holy
as the soul that bears your letter,
or a soul when burdened sorely.
By far there is no dust or dirt,
by far no clay is just as worthy,
as the one outworn from birth
or one thus worn in your reverie.
Kaaba, Aqsa, Hagia, Makkah,
pray I nay in their prostration,
Lord, Saviour, Highness, Allah,
thou art worth this exaltation.
No more shalt I serve in thy honor
words I fear may displease thee,
for as a mortal but am a fawner
I fall from grace but thou agree.


28 thoughts on “The Great Divide

  1. “For those who wonder regarding the sound of silence, they must converse with God, and for those who who wonder regarding the meaning of life, they must converse with themselves.”

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