- in the name of Allah -


re-written

"I've [nearly] lost my way with words, my touch with all my rhymes",
"I've [almost] lost myself along the way, somewhere along the lines",

Wordy vomit, perhaps, but in all these scraps of alphabetic soup,

I'm just extracting any essence I can find, that traces back to you:

A spark, staying forever lit, while held deep inside the heart.

The flame He made to shine, and which never deigns to cease, 
Regardless of how inept I am, nor of my aims how far beneath,

For being but a random slave, needing succor from his King,
Turning back to Him is all I have, while His is every favor to give.