Wednesday, April 30, 2014


“...wa-innā ilayhi rāji‘ūn.”

Rāji‘ūn is not properly a verb (although it does function as a verb), but an active participle, which is also a noun. It is not a future tense of a verb, for something we will do only after our passing from this life, but a substantive, which also qualifies our present nature. We are not simply returning to God after death; we are returners by nature. Every moment of our existence, we are returning; because we are created to be so, and all our faculties, all our strengths and virtues, are attuned for this returning which is our life, apart from which there is neither light nor goodness in us; for we are His, and to Him we are returners.

There Will Be No Second Coming

There will be no second coming;
   that grace will not return again,
from another, as it once came.
   Grace will not come from hoping.

Other than in your own becoming
   what once was revealed to you,
then, in the Beauty of the first,
   there will be no second coming.

The Walled Garden

Every glimpse of Your loveliness,
   every endearing trait by which
You let Yourself be known of me
   is but the walled garden wherein
we have arranged to meet, tonight.
   When I enter the garden, Love,
   You will be there, waiting for me.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

If you place all matters into His hands,
He will give back to you all that matters.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Creation Week

God did not create the world in a week, a long time ago. That is an unfortunate misunderstanding. God is creating the world now, every day of our lives, forever. That is why, according to the old fable, it is said that God created the world in a week: to remind us of God’s continuous act of creation, every day of the week.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Your Absence

I returned to that garden
   where once we sat together,
in the sunset of another life.
   the place was so full of you,
the biting pain so tender,
   that for a timeless moment
   I almost found you there.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

To be at one with You

O Dearest, to be at one with You in this silence
where words, where even songs can never go,
to melt in this embrace known only of You and I,
my Love, is it not worth wonders and worlds
to once lose myself in the curve of Your smile?

Friday, April 4, 2014

The Apple Tree

Grass grows to its fullness
     in a matter of days,
     but the apple tree
will not yield one sweet apple
     before many years.
If grass-eaters scoff
     at your bitter apples,
     for Heaven’s sake
do not cut down your apple tree.