By Idris Mears

When I bore witness to Unity

and swore my fealty

to the message’s continuity

it was your hand I clasped

your caravan I joined

on your path embarked

following your way

became my quest

prophet with no shadow

i am a guest

in the shelter of your shade

when I stand in prayer

your movements I shadow

your direction I face

when I circle the house

your footsteps I trace

when I kiss the black stone

your lips I meet

what is there in madinah

except you to greet

when I am with my companions

your company I keep

when my heart yearns for them

your company I seek

when I savor their sweetness

your scent I sense

when I see their faces shining

in your light I bask

they are phases of waxing and waning

you are the full moon

and what is this moonshine

on which we lovingly gaze

but the Hidden Sun’s reflected rays