The Nightingale sings to the Storm at Midnight - Prose of Ramadhan Part 52

42. Singing for a Lord whom I cannot see (CS)

Life has left me

As a little nightingale,

Singing, alone on a tree,

For a Lord whom I cannot see.

It is a groggy Sabbath morning that greets me. Last night there was thunder and lightning at midnight. The trees bent, bowed and swayed before the weight of a divine sky unleashing its mercy upon an unhappy and often sleeping humanity. I watched the show for awhile before falling into a restless sleep still wondering, "Oh Lord, what shall become of us?". I find God to be the most ideal company, when any human companionship is rude. Sometimes you just need time for your own thoughts, yes?

wa min Allah at-taufiq.