Praise be to God and Peace be on the chosen. Many beginnings and endings. Truth has never been so clear. Falsehood has never been so ugly. As we face the storm and embrace the cold days ahead, I offer these poems in hopes of healing. Peace

Holy water

Synchronized swimming
In the seas of His mercy
Perfectly coordinated
Swimming in a straight line
Foot to foot
Shoulder to shoulder
Lift hands together
Dive down to bow together
Beautifully graceful
Peacefully faithful
Assalam alaykum wa rahmatallah
Assalam alaykum wa rahmatallah
All have dispersed
But my filth is worse
So I bathe alone
For a while longer
Till the skin is wrinkled
And the soul ascends with the steam
All have dispersed
But my filth is worse
So I bathe alone