An Ocean of Mercy in the Pacific

An Ocean of Mercy

I was asleep in the deepest of slumber,

Between the creation of the Pen

And the first sunrise upon

The mortal shore

Of my soul.

Awaken by my mother,
I turned away because

The Sun was too bright.

Yet I felt the Lord’s ocean

Lapping on my soil

A gentle ripple on

My naked skin.

I ignored the Ocean and

Its lessons, but I could not

Stop the sea from cleaving

Pieces of me apart

To show what lied

Underneath.

Within me I saw

A million years of

Contemplation,

The endless evenings

And the eternity of mornings

That preceded my birth…

As my ancestors contemplated the Ocean,

And Its joyous Mercies,

However much I try

To ignore the Ocean,

With each tide I perish a little

My doubts wither and brittle,

Confounding my skepticism

With each falling soil and clay

Into an unmarked watery grave,

As my senses uncoil

And my ego recoil

In the Reality

Of An Ocean of Mercy.

In the meeting place between our shore and the Ocean of Mercy is a garden of delight. It is perhaps intended to exist in the afterlife, in the hallowed Angelic realm of the Heavens. But the Angels are here, we are here and God is closer to us than our jugular, this much our spiritual lore tells us. So all parties concerned are here already, so I say let us plant our trees, plants and flowers for our hereafter here and now.

This Sabbath I strolled through my friend Peter's photo album. He was visiting another place, but his pictures took me somewhere else. Thank you, friend, for your inspiring vistas. May God inspire goodness and love within your heart and your family always.

Pax Taufiqa.