Humbled By Your Favours

[*~* Malika *~*]

Humbled By Your Favours

To begin my day, without your praise

To watch the breaking of dawn, in admiral gaze

Lending ears to the whispers sung in your love

By birds, trees, oceans and sky above

And yet, if my lips don’t move

To whisper your hamd, and your name

Then, My Lord

Your undeserving servant is all to be blamed.

How simple is it to recall

Those few moments I fell to the ground

When the world seemed armed, all against me,

When I felt abandoned, unloved, uncared and weary.

How unforgiving it is then,

To not remember how much you helped me.

You helped me get back on feet,

To become a “momin” so strong enough to meet

Challenges of this world

Through waves of happiness

That filled me with life.

How gracious my Lord!

The treasures you’ve gifted me

The ink of my pen, humbled before your praise

The papers, my writing, my verses and phrase

Cannot find place

Worthy to hold your precious name.

And here I dig through memories,

How little have I thanked you?

How generously you’ve given me!

Lord, what can I offer in return?

If I praised you, from the day I was born

up until today,

It wouldn’t be enough.

It cannot ever be enough.

All I can do,

Is dedicate every minute of my coming life

In glorifying your supremacy

By shaming my satan dwelling within me.

It dies with every good I do,

It weakens with every rakah of prayer I offer

It mourns, the birth of purity

It leaves, when I celebrate becoming like Hurr

Freed with honor, to become your true servant.

My Lord,

Eyes fill with tears,

As I read verses of Rahman,

“And then, which of your Lord’s favours can you deny?”

Head bowed in humbleness,

As my lips read your hamd

Silently

Silently

Amid sobs and tears

[Guest EndlessEndeavor]

So very beautiful! MashAllah, great poem.

[Devotee]

how beautiful :cry: