Immensely Blessed
I do not know Islam and I do not know you
But when, on my morning run, I saw you
I was reminded of the familiar touch of love
The love that loves absolutely
Three generations of Muslim men
Sons, father, grandfather
Your hearts ache with gratitude
For the silken angel wings that still protect you
With hands folded over one anothers shoulders
You give and receive thanks for the broken fast
These days of ritual must have helped to mend you
But how do you return to a world lost to itself?
Your existence is not an apology
Your peace is not a cause for concern
Your hope is not a burden to bear alone
Your grief is not bolder to be lifted alone
Violence may be as old and wise as time
And is an affliction we do not know how to live without
Yet through it still shines the will to love and be loved
And through that shines what the devout call God
I pray with you even though I do not know how
I pray with you even though I do not know why
I pray with you even though I may not be heard
So that the next time our paths cross
I have the courage
To tell you
Just
How
Immensely
Blessed
You
Make
Me
Feel