"you'll see me again"

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

it was something she said, 

at least that's how goes the memory

that qadr

made in my head, 

if she held out her arms

wouldn't hesitate to jump in them

lift her up to the stars, 

and soak in 

a Comet's radiance.

 

if you called me crazy way back when,

wonder what you'd call me now?

haha maybe more, over and over 

the ride of this life, unpredicted and 

unknowable,

i can't say He'll have her grace my vision 

again,

just one time to see, listen, speak with,

not nearly enough to sate the soul ever 

longing to embrace and find its beloved;

finding and losing and chasing

you,

helped morph me into this, 

i suppose,

preparing me to live in Forever, 

anchor after anchor,

if i was a puzzle He made,

my beloved are its pieces:

the ones

whose mere presence suffices me 

to smile in, 

and whose absence

tears me in two 

for at least

a 

moment,

but hope revives shortly after, 

because i got here purely

by the will of my Maker, 

not of my own worth or deciding or owning,

but because His was 

the guidance 

and forgiving 

and reminding, 

to His slave, of never ceasing

the effort, the pleas, 

the submission and

culmination 

of decree.

 

and i hope, ya Rabb, that You place firm her orbit, at an ellipse as closely safe You permit, and at the least, let me be revisited by her visage, fully and upon this soul imprinted, ameen