To The Most Gracious and the Most Merciful. To The Most Compassionate.
To the One who gave me form, gave me life, gave me breath. Who planted the Divine light of knowledge within my aching heart.
To the One who creates every particle of the universe from His intellect and beauty. Who gives a portion of love to everything He touches. To the One who breathes His knowledge into the corners of the world. It is His wisdom that spreads through the arching branches of trees that then burst with fruit from proper receiving. How do I dare speak to Your magnificence? And how do I ever thank You, as I am absolutely nothing?
As I search for You, I see only through Your Beloved eyes. As I hide from you, I still rest in Your Beloved arms. As I long for You, it is because You have opened the door for my longing As I find you, it is because You have been everywhere. Please God, grant me the devotion to remember Your trust, to follow exactly Your Divine course, to think deeply of my last days when I am still young. Please God, make me always remain in waiting. Deprive me of what keeps me from You. Turn me into the one who finds no solace in forgetting. Within the melody of Your Mercy and Grace, Please return me to the chambers of your endless love. Make me wait for You until I am no longer.
Sufism: An Inquiry Vol XVI, No. 2
A journal for people of the heart.