November 6, 2009 at 12:01am

The sun sinks gradually; a bewitching hour is upon me, yet again.
Daylight fades ever so slowly as shadows constrict and dissolve.
I sit in my room confined in solitude; armed with a single quest.
A revolution within knowledge and intuition, an out cry amidst disdain.

My pen imprints snatches of thoughts, figures of speech.
Disjointed, fragmented, incoherent, rent.
The hand shivers, dreams spill rendering the text illegible.
Tears blot the page, words swim out of vision, mirages beyond reach.

Outside the twilight is transitory; I gaze at the leaden sky
And deliberate at the infinite display of continual divinity.
Is there a door, a window, a passage to the beyond?
Should I walk or swim or run or simply fly?

Would the heart ever beat a single, profound note?
That could cross the seas and lands, entrance the winds;
Be persistent, seek where the eyes falter, break through
discover reprieve. Hope is relentless in violent storms it floats.

Cold winds blow in through chasms creating rifts in my being.
The page flutters, lifts, is carried on a lilting ride.
Oblivious of the pattering drops, the very first signs of a downpour.
Advancing in flurried haste, impatient as if late for a scheduled meeting.

Bare feet I chase the inked parchment, below an open sky.
Nature has unleashed its full glory over land and sea alike.
The waves in the distance protest in agitation pounding surf on sands.
I stand drenched; each pore soaked yet the spirit remains dry.

What do I seek I wonder, a chance encounter or a conversation?
With One who does not need to be sought or discovered.
Recognition dawns as lightning flashes across the firmament.
He has been there all along; it was I who was blinded by suspicion.

Rain slashes down in torrents like little bullets pelting my tired mass.
My chest heaves in a desperate struggle to relieve myself.
Communicate, translate, the apprehension, the passion, the accusation.
Say it all. The world whirls around me in a frenzy, yet I stand rooted, aghast.

"What now?" the mind questions invoking a fresh surge of resentment.
"Why wait when doom is evident, damnation so near" it chides.
Gales rush through trees uprooting some, disfiguring others. Need I be afraid?
I stand motionless, oddly calm aware of a growing, nurturing sense of contentment.

Perdition, Affliction, Condemnation, Retribution, Retaliation.
Which course do I adopt, tread what path to save my soul.
Can it still be saved? "Aghisni!" I whisper "Save me my Lord".
Head bent, hands clasped I chant a final supplication.

The world falls silent or have I finally mastered the art of isolation.
Is it loneliness all over again? Has the verdict been given.....
Have I been doomed.... Has it all ended? I dare not confirm.
The air is still, like a moment frozen in time stretched in oblivion.

Knuckles whitened, lips motionless, limbs stationary I await,
await chastisement. Alas my Lord is generous beyond imagination.
"Hayya 'ala 'l-falah" the muezzin chants "Come to success."
I listen spellbound, raising my head to see God open heaven's gates.

The skies are clear the depressing gloom being lifted once and for all.
I feel weightless, levitating on my own accord.
My lips curl in a smile, one that lights my face and eyes alike.
"It was always this easy wasn't it.... All I had to do was call."

My spirit laughs in joy, at the miraculous benediction.
All is not lost, there still remains a chance at redemption.
I can hear birds chirp, leaves rustle, the world move in symphony.
"He loves you" the heart eventually states with resound conviction. 

Because He is the only Being capable of eternal Love.