Do not ever forsake us dear Lord even though it does appear at times that we all do forsake Thee but please, be with us always, to guide, protect and heal, wherever we are for we all have a need to be. ___
Originally written and recited in the first person many years ago and still even these days due to it being etched in my mind. I've posted it here for anyone who might find comfort and solace with in these troubled times.
The elegance of an exquisite diamond, Is priceless for the one who fathoms the price of the afterlife. The ignorant will abandon everything except a thousand diamonds. The wise will forsake everything except the dignified path of Allah.
Some things in life we're not meant to have or see unless of course they are all a part of our destiny. The hand of fate does knowingly give and take and so nothing and no one does it ever forsake. ________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Dying and breaking Left in the desert sand Left to bleed out and die for the vultures No one No savior Is coming Breath comes fast and dry Is this what it feels like to be forsaken? Left so alone that there is no one, no savior? At least I'm good for one thing Food Food for the vultures Thoughts of my old suicide attempts come to mind again Maybe this is my time. Please please let it be. My body I want to forsake My heartbeat I want to escape Eyes slowly drifting closed Forsake forsake forsake my body Leave it for the vultures that eat forsaken and deception any and everyday
This might be the last poem I post in a while. I hope you enjoy