The Bog
If despair is the only way
To bring me back to my knees
Open to Your effects
Then this melancholy
Is my favorite place to be.
“Don’t seal off the wound,”
said Rumi,
“It’s where the light enters you.”
And I believe that.
For when the chanting high and charms of this life
Dim
To its true, lonely place
And I am left empty
Remembering You
And the tears well-up with the memories they cling to
The sorrow weighs heavy in my chest,
I steer my canoe through this bog,
Gliding through trees
Provoked by a dark, shallow water
I wait for the light to direct me
I hope to remain here
Until You’ll have me again.
By: Brooke VanBuskirk
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7 Comments
True. If Allah has decided your destiny to be separate from the hell fire, and you go astray, then i believe He will keep pushing you into tribulations until you com back to the right path, to Him.
And like the author says, if we remember Him only in despair, then this despair should be longed for…
wow, mashAllah.
i guess, hellfire is truly for those who were never meant to be there, but deliberately placed themselves there!
Mashallah , so true of life , how we conduct ourselves in this tempting world
I have a question.I like writing too, its not regular though. Its mostly based on spirituality. Is there any way to join you that is publish my writings too on the blog?
Awaiting your reply
Salam,
You can send submissions to yasmin@yasminmogahed.com with subject: ‘article submission’
Vivid images, powerful verbs, descriptive adjectives. I love this poem.
Masha’Allah, i love poetry,
and this is perfect