Saturday, July 9, 2011

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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is very rare to see anything this beautiful, this mystical, this True of the way God and creation really are!

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. ...

Milky Tea said...

Then it is our job, you and I, to find this rare jewel in the smallest slice of the atom, in all of us, in everything. This is an ambition suitable for everyone, I believe. Is there any better way to spend a happy sunday?!

Thank you, Anon.

Taufiq.