To Set This Love
Free
I have waited
for you for so long,
I have
patiently bided my time
Under this
tree,
Until my shadow
is the tree’s shadow,
Until my skin
is the tree’s bark,
My feet, its
roots,
My hands, its
limb and branch
Reaching up to
the sky
For you…
Oh my sweet,
Oh my love,
Oh my gentle
star,
Shining on me
From your abode
above,
Praising you and waiting
Till I am no
more,
My branches
withered and broken,
My feet uprooted from the earth,
My leaf dry and
dying on the ground,
As nations rise
and fall,
Towers are built and broken down,
I shall always
be waiting for you,
To return to you
once again,
As a man, or as
a tree,
To my Maker, My
Love,
My Beloved,
My God… and
To set this love
finally,
And completely
Free.
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Prose Post Script - I have set my love, infinite in its breadth for He who is infinite in His breadth. I have set my root and lonely branches for He who has an infinity to assure me of His love. I have set my hopes and my highest praise upon He who shall never wither in winter, in Whose name the flowers of the worlds bloom in spring, in Whose glory the Sun shines the brightest in summer, and in Whose silent praises that my golden, yellow and red leaves fall to the earth in autumn, prostrating before His infinite Mercy for the trees.
Thank you for dropping by, sunshine. Have a lovely day, sharing this world with the love that even the trees themselves recognise. Subhanim Allah, Sultanim Allah, Nabim Muhammad alayhi salam.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
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