Human beings are religious creatures because they are imaginative

– Karen Armstrong

 

In these words I am free, under the watch of my Lord.

No one comes here but by choice, and for that I rejoice.

I do not want to burden you.

There is enough pain already – may my words heal.

May I be a vessel for a Mercy vast –

the same Mercy in which my dreams are stored,

the same Mercy by which I hope my imperfection is kept at bay.

There is a shift happening –

from a prayer that each day bring me good,

to a prayer that each day others are brought good through me.

So I write these words with that hope.

May my self displayed on your screen,

by which I travel beyond the confines of my daily routine,

be something that makes this world a better place.

No one will read this but those who choose to,

saving me from the worry of burdening others –

my missive to whomever God chooses to spend moments in communion with me.

 

What matters is that right now I can do something.

I can write.

That is what has been given to me.

And so I pour every good that I can muster into this task,

hoping that trying to think of others more than my self,

will cause these words to shine brightly –

a protection from harm

a way out of darkness

a sign of love

revealing words that were written

in a book unlike any other

in a time before time

when our story was composed

with ink from shoreless seas.

لا إله إلا انت سبحانك إني كنت من الظالمين