The Winds are Heavy

"Rajab is like the wind; Sha'ban is like the water-laden clouds; and Ramadan is like the rain"

In the late afternoon sun,

the leaves speckled yellow green

on trees longing for more light to come

Blows a heavy wind, a rippling stream

of prayers like pollen scattered to the sky

seeking a soil in which to flower

A portent of clouds and rain coming nigh

Blows a heavy wind, of untold power

On Awakening

Head swims, body aches, eyes heavy with sleep.
Tears of remembrance, remorse, yearning.
Only so do hearts ignite.

On Fondness

Remembrance, not absence, makes the heart grow fonder

Layla tul Qadr

Our power comes in solitude
A revelation that taught us to recite
O Beloved, to spend a thousand months
in the reaches of a night

Congressman Keith Ellison addresses Muslim American hearings