JUST LOVE

every time
i tell someone
about islam,
i say,
"peace."
i say,
"salaam."
this alone
speaks volumes
about my faith

that every Muslim
lives today
to teach the meaning
of greeting
the world in peace.

i think we all agree
that the wounds
are blood in the palms
of God, that Christ,
Peace Be Upon Him,
was not crucified
so that we might make war
instead of love.

and Noah wasn't given
the duty of an ark
so large it could
rescue us in pairs
just so that we could
spend these years
separating over the veil
of God we call our differences.

don't we all breathe
the same air?
don't we ultimately
share it?

the need for Mercy
is not to be gambled,
hidden until one wins
and another loses.
in those games,
we think we gather around God
but Shaytan deals the cards.

let me point at my own face,
let me make due with the fact
that all belongs to God.
i owe Him this claim
of my own pile of shame.

i can see only myself
in the mirror of God's eyes.
i must repent my own way
back into God's grace
and you repent your way
into yours. we can do it with
the rays of the peace of God
in our eyes,our hearts and legs.
our hands must hold what matters,
not cards or dice or bombs.

how can we not forgive
when every moment of our lives,
God is forgiving.
this God beyond description
shows us one thing.
pleasing God is just love
until just love
is enough for everyone.

Muhammed, Peace Be Upon Him,
waits in his heart to be touched
by the beauty as Allah
is praised with all our senses.
there is nothing more
to life than this.
the purpose of life
is to live it as His.