Love, the Impossible
I am a plain man,
It is love that made me a minstrel, a prince of thieves,
A poet, a father, a husbandman, a cook in his pantry,
I was all this, you see, until one day I found to my dismay
That love has sold me into slavery,
So I asked Love, “Why have You done this to me,
When all I ever wanted was to please You?”
Love answered me,“There is no ‘I’ in love, so what use have I for you?
There is no want but My want, so who are you pleasing but
Your own desire to please Me?”
“You are impossible!” I replied
“I am that... I am the Impossible. Now you know."
So I asked hopefully, “And now that I know will You set me free?”
Love said, “Would Love have enslaved you?
It is your own vanity that has trapped you,
You are free to go!”
But now I am confused, and I ventured, “No, I don’t think I want to leave You.”
To which Love answered, “I know. So stay…”
Thus I tasted mortality. And as my friends and family crouched over a body now bereft of life,
Some were sad, but others gazed upon me with a knowing look in their eyes... thinking,
"Thus, ends his strife"
The Atheists are right, you know. God is an impossibility. Indeed, I would go further, for His impossibility is beyond our bare understanding of what is possible or impossible.
That doesn't mean of course that God does not exist. It only means that He is unlike anything or anyone that our mind can encompass.
Which is fine by us. But not the Atheists, who needs certainty and validations according to their lights. We are fine with a little cup of love, mixed with a dash of mystery and a sprinkling of grace.
Don't you agree, sunshine?
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way