Entombed

   

There is no end to fear or anger, grief or pain

When rubbed and polished until it shines

All metallic and cold

And then is entombed tenderly in the chest

Where the heart used to be

Time will not efface or heal the feeling

Held so tightly in place of Allah’s Will

When it fills up the space

Where Islam used to be

 

There is no sin it will not lead one

To commit in the name

Of revenge or justice or faith or grief or love

Ignore the call; they are falsehoods, all

 

Submit, accept, forgive, release

Or else there is no peace for the soul

Bound tightly to something all metallic and cold

Against Allah’s degree

In the place where the heart used to be

In the space where Islam used to be

 

UmmUmar © 2007