Your Infinite Response to My Finite Pleas

We may earnestly count the number of times we have asked Him, grumbling about the lapse in response, but He keeps no tally while giving.

These days when I call upon You
I realize:
Moments I haven’t called You
Are but less

When have I not
Called upon You?
When battered by the hailstones of trials
Or showered by the bliss of smiles?

Which among Your names did I miss:
Ya Qareeb! Ya Raqeeb!
Ya Musawwir! Ya Muqtadir!
Oh! So love-full, So powerful!

Not once have You turned away,
Nor been harsh or impatient.

Ya Rabb!

From the womb, I relied on You,
Forever calling, it’s nothing new,
I repeat the same, You never tire,
Your mercy and love never expire.

You never tire of my pleas,
No matter how much I repeat.

Though I may be
In the depths of hell
I am sure to find
Your merciful spell

Your perfection surpasses
All thoughts I can imagine
I asked with a count in mind
Yet, you gave unconditionally kind

I try to hold back
My constant plea,
Yet You urge me on:
“Ask, and I shall decree.”

Your gifts to me
Overflow my grasp

I am exhausted:
Sinful day and night
Yet You love to pardon
Small and great alike.

Rock-bound or beneath the sea,
In the darkness where none can see,
You are the Provider, Ya Razzaq,
Nourishing all, nothing You lack.

Mar 09 2006. Edit March 2023