Here am I.
As a feather,
Traversing the terrain of life.
Floating on the winds of joy.
Submerged in rain soaked tears of confusion,
Thunder claps shuddering trembling aspirations.
Distractions, attractions ebb and flow.
Faltering in valleys of stings, barbs and jibes.
Trapped in mud,
Hardened by scorching burns of innuendo and hollow chatter.
Scrambling the rocks and boulders of stubbornness.
Whose footprints are etched below?
Ultimately in the Shade of Surrender.
The House of the Lord of Entirety.
Peace, Safety, Security.
The dew drop eventually melts into
Engulfed in the hum of adoration.
Mankind; clay of all colours.
Born, embraced, snatched into His Fort.
In His Eyes.
Past the footprints of Ibrahim.
Footsteps glide, mute on marble.
A deafening echo reverberates from the Baitul Ma’moor.
Seventy thousand Angels daily adoring, never to return.
How blessed the gift of revisiting,
Leaving layers of footprints
Upon layers of footprints.
Memorable records secreted in the earth’s vaults.
Cockroach scuttles, cat slinks.
Moths and men cling to the black.
A deep black void leading to a blinding brightness.
Birds soar above, humanity swirls below.
Past the footprints of Ismail.
Testimony to the One ascends upon the billowing Kiswah.
Mercy cascades from each silken thread.
Enthroned on euphoric bliss
Upon the touch of the Sacred Dwelling.
Rhapsodical overtures mixed with drunken fragrances
Ripple the blank submitting soul.
Past the footprints of Ibrahim
Over the footprints of Mustafa.
In the footprints of Hajar,
Forever seeking the footprints of the sandals
Of Your Beloved SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.
Ya Wadud, Ya Rashid,
Guide my every footstep to these noble footprints.
All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. Ameen.