The First Ten Days Of Ramadan

It's that time of year again
When the nights are filled with light
Penetrating hearts of men
Standing up to pray at night.

As the crescent waxes, so
Do the mercies from above
In their unabated flow:
Every mercy steeped in  love.

Seek all mercies undeterred,
But the greatest mercy might
Be a supplicating word
In the silence of the night.

Sonnet On The Plague Of Our Times

Of all the things that end of times portend,
I think this bears the hardest on my mind:
The slain know not the reason for their end
And neither does the slayer reason find.
I've heard some lay the blame on food we eat,
While others fault our television time,
Or games of hate we endlessly repeat
Committing every pixel into crime.
Though grave a thing it is to take a life,
Be it an act tyrannical or just,
Where motive dulls the sheen of bloody knife
Or burns the lead that cools the flames of lust,
It's graver when the killer and the killed
Are heedless of the killing that was willed.

"By Him in whose control is my life, this world will not end until that time does not come to pass in which the murderer will not even bother as to why he murdered and neither will the victim know as to why he is being murdered."

Mother And Child - Part 2

Will you be the very one
Who will turn away from me
When the resurrection's done,
Is that just the way we'll be?

Will we both await our turns
On the plains of reckoning
While the temperature, it burns
All delusion that we bring?

Will the passing of that grief
Both our memories renew?
Will I savor the relief
At the fountain next to you?

All of thirst quenched at the hands
Of the one we longed to meet,
Will I recognize the lands
That you tread beneath your feet

As the peace I once had known
Back when you and I were one
Fore the swell of time had grown
Neath the blaze of newborn sun?