The Holy Prophet is the shepherd of our emotion and the Lighthouse of our Reason in a myriad world of distractions.
My drink when I dry,
My hope when I die.
Your love makes me fly,
Even stars seem not so high.
The rose in my garden,
The honey in my hive.
The pearl in my shell,
Clouds in my sky.
Secret of my joy,
And joy in my cry.
Sweet are the tears,
Flowing with your thoughts.
Meaning of life,
Yearning for love.
Savior when I forget,
Anchor when I drift.
Wasted is that ‘I’:
Unable to reach nigh.
Shepherd of my emotion,
Lighthouse of my reason.
Love and mercy, your rays,
Peace and patience, your ways.
Greatness humbles to your embrace,
Humility, but, makes your station rise.
It is from ‘You’
My ‘I’ springs its existence.
It is your light
Locked in the vault of my being.
Moments in your praise
Prolong hours to years.
Time forgets itself,
Space loses itself.
O Beloved,
My heart be sacrificed
At the altar of your love.
Your love is poise and power,
How, then, I become not your lover?
Dec 09 2010. Edit January 2024
The rays of the poem being shining like a lighthouse