HOW I PRAY FOR YOU / YOU THAT LONG TO / WEAR A STETHOSCOPE

by Crawling Writer

As the sun dies // & the moon emerges from its asylum // & shares 2/3 of its daily length

before my sight // I know it is time to sketch my heart // before my God // I wear my white

jallabiya that perfumes the scent of you // & carry a kettle // filled with the body of a

colorless liquid // which journeys me into the point where impurity begets purity//

I do that to purify my heart //against any injurious thought //cleanse my hand // from any dust

that can invalidate prayers // cleanse my body // from the body of filth embodied by this world//

I swim into the river of night // boiling seven parts of my body with water of love // while

doing a siwak to transform my teeth // into the sky at night // I bend my head towards the

centre of my kneels // just for my palms to touch the tissues engraved within // while my head

stays//a stay of a walking corpse // I proceed down to the place where I came from // &

behold my forehead//cuddling the natural fine sand// while my nose smiles as it kisses the

ground of God// I put the veins buried in my hands up to the sky // as my face deciphers the

beauty left in my heart // it is time to plant a tree in the heaven of life // I smile as my lips

whisper Allah’s beautiful attributes to the sky // & my heart draws the threshold to its

overarching hope // on the palm of my God// I pray with tears of anticipation in my eyes //

Oh the Lord of everything that exists // the omniscient of all that I need to live well // let my

light be the star in what she wants // let my love wear the white she longs for // let the

threshold of my glee becomes a doctor // let her be the cure to anything that injures me // God

// let her be that stethoscope of her dream // even if it takes for her to dig a well on

Kilimanjaro // let me be her digger and shovel // while You // her strength //