Awakening

6 Qawl 163 B.E. - November 28, 2006

As dawn’s pink fingers, push back the blankets of night,
I rise
calling the Beloved’s name.

I hear His glorious speech reverberate
across the icy void that separates
me from my soul’s desire
and feel the warm embrace
of His fiery words.

I walk through my cold house,
pour a cup of God’s warm grace
and sip
letter by letter
the verses of eternal life’s
new brew.