Note: Don’t know if you know about the unbloggable rant? This little poem is all that’s left of it. How strange.
Sometimes I feel like a pebble in the way,
Dismissed into the distance by many a wandering foot,
At times farther away and sometimes just a step or two,
With every boot the challenge is new,
Forgotten, lonely and devoid of all respect,
With every new pedestrian I know not what to expect,
I wonder to myself – how long will this endless path continue?
All there is, is merciless hate – that indeed is true,
The darkness around me so profound, nothing could pierce it,
I plod along knowing I will once more be hit,
And then I found I wasn’t alone,
Perhaps my tears mattered to the One I call my own,
When I thought the path couldn’t get more treacherous,
I suddenly found Someone who was unbelievably generous,
Enveloping me in His overwhelming mercy – no I wasn’t forsaken,
Despite my mistakes, and my shortcomings, here was toleration,
Strangely, a part of me knew all along that help wasn’t far away,
That Allah’s mercy envelopes even a pebble in the way.
My questions, forgotten, my accusations no longer mattered,
The biggest query of all had been so effectively answered.
There was love, and a place I could turn to without being judged,
And for that alone, I let go of all that I ever begrudged,
My heart, as light and free as the feathers of a bird,
Takes flight into the sky content that it’s been heard.