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Kneeling, I cower Seeing my merciless Lord Looking down on me. I sit, still surprised At witnessing His greatness, Oh so fortunate, To be permitted In the sanctum sanctorum of His holiness. My lips are eager, But cautiously, taking in The scent of His feet, They plant tenderly, On His wrinkled skin kisses, Kisses more and more. Losing my own self, Forgetting the universe, Immersed in worship, My hands in fondness, Move up His body of stone, Wishing to please Him. All fervent prayers Are at last answered, when my Deity shudders, As my tongue reaches The root of that blessed fountain Which seeds all of life.
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
In Prayer [5-7-5]
Kneeling, I cower Seeing my merciless Lord Looking down on me. I sit, still surprised At witnessing His greatness, Oh so fortunate, To be permitted In the sanctum sanctorum of His holiness. My lips are eager, But cautiously, taking in The scent of His feet, They plant tenderly, On His wrinkled skin kisses, Kisses more and more. Losing my own self, Forgetting the universe, Immersed in worship, My hands in fondness, Move up His body of stone, Wishing to please Him. All fervent prayers Are at last answered, when my Deity shudders, As my tongue reaches The root of that blessed fountain Which seeds all of life.
ghazal-tansir
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
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