I walk through Life like a Pierre Bezukhov
In search of Truth, I grope in the darkness
I ask myself if all this is enough
Each step a denial against the sadness
Through tears I vainly plant this flag of hope
That God’s own Mercy gives me will to cope.
#404 On Thriving Beyond the Quicksand of Doubt and Error
With eyes aflint you gaze at the night sky The future brews behind dark taunting clouds Against the odds and jeers you try and try You mark your path against the doubting crowds Beholding you enfirms my faith in Dreams To dare to thrive beyond our daily seams.
#401 On the Fourth Day of Ramadan
I give of this, to You, my abstinence
From food, from drink, from haughty vanity
To turn to You in sober penitence
To reach beyond to Your infinity
Tonight I humbly seek your plenteous Grace
My poor soul dares not suffer your efface.
On the Test of Ramadan
In hunger and in thirst are we tested In solidarity with those deprived To have our baser natures now bested This glorious trial for us has He contrived In Ramadan against ourselves prevail To win His favour in this tearful vale.
On The Budding Grove
Every Gilberte or Albértine
Who makes her way into our heart
At that one moment in our Life
Is a witness to who we were
And who we could become
And who we eventually come to be.
On Delulu
Excuse me,
Your delulu is showing
Your failures are mounting
And I’m done pretending.
On Simplicity
I want to live with my eyes wide open Not hiding in shame or cowering in guilt Like swans basking in a lush green garden These simple joys I'll savour to the hilt.
On Tantrums
It took me these many years living in this world like a lost stranger to finally learn That so much of what you get out of this life is about how much you badly want it Every tantrum is a grasping at treasure.
On Thou
I was searching for Wonder
And Adventure
I sought Greatness in my Work
And in the adoration of Others
And when Work defeated me
I sought Healing in Others
And in Books, and in Words
It took these words to remind me
That the Greatness and the Healing
I was seeking
Was always here all along
In Thou, closer to me than my jugular vein
In Thou, the Lord of all the Worlds.
On Those Global Halal Biscuits
Why aren't we capturing this massive global halal market? Because for all of your arrogant bluster it is easier to eat a biscuit than to make one.