My Dear Father
The weight of grief rests heavy on my brow As I wake to a world that feels empty and hollow Your love was a shelter, a fortress of devotion But now that you’re gone, I am lost in an ocean…
Sufi Poetry (1)
Begin with thanks to God, the beloved’s face unveiled Thy sweet mouth, O beloved, strength in me impaled Upon paths of travel, I arrived, not fatigued A servant to that realm, soul’s purity retrieved Coil by coil, if I cast…