On the wings of a dream You floated In the search for meaning You remained devoted While fulfilling your aim You thought of me I possessed the cross of faith And now have a star and a rosary A presence sight unseen You are my friendβs mother But you reached out to me And touched me as no other From Ishmael and Isaac And a belief in Allah You brought me to Abraham And braided Godβs Aria The message to each of us Of which we alone shall hear Where once was confusion I sense clarity is near I pray for you now As I did in the past Your gifts I will always cherish And will keep until the last
A Muslim woman whom I've never met went to Jerusleum and brought back a rosary and a star of David for me. If only there were more like her... she was the mother of a friend....