Inspired by a fellow shia chatters poem:)
O, Thou for whom my heart doth yearn so deeply,
Yet, alas, it seems Thou art distanced from me by my worldly cares.
How fervently I wish to be united with Thee,
Nay, rather, to become one with Thee.
Days and nights, in endless succession, pass by,
And yet, my soul doth stray further and further from Thee.
The very purpose of my life is to draw nigh unto Thee,
Yet, as I grow older and death's dark shadow doth approach,
I find myself drawn further still from thee.
As the Persians lament, "Dust upon my head"
For the misfortune that hath befallen me, to be so far from Thee
In the midst of life's journey, if I persist upon this course unaltered, doth mean nearness and eternal bliss
Shall be forever lost, a loss and sorrow beyond all reckoning and measure.
Yet if I rise from this slothful abyss and cleave unto Thy guiding light,
My soul shall be restored to walk the clear and righteous path,
To dwell in Thy nearness, and to taste of Your sweet grace once more,
As Thou hast promised: "Call on Me and I shall answer thee.