بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Sometimes love is like a tornado,

no I'm not quite in it

but it feels like I'm still spinning, 

guess that's the price of admission, 

letting go of all control, 

that my Rabb may lift me higher than

any where or any time 

I've ever been.

Some storms, you can see them coming,

others drop from skies clear for miles,

this seems like one

I'd never imagine,

if it wasn't already whirling me inside.

Gotta hold to patience, so that I can find,

the center of it all, the calm of its eye.

There is where the future takes its shape,

never from loss or from pain

but only with love and hope, both sustained

across all of time, across all of space.