By Ni‘mah Isma‘il Nawwab

When the rising current

turns into sorrowed struggles

chained, blocked passage

as man pulls out

torn, tattered lips pull back,

back arched,  shaking, shuddering

His Will sets the currents flowing

rocks, corals, leaves

falcons and eagles

revolve in circles of freedom

while human spirits seek the unknown

When the spirit of ridha, of acceptance ascends

the current flows in a soliloquy of mutual peace….

*Ridha is acceptance