On Our Way Home
Submitted by : LadyCroc on Think
On our way home
we see the blue sun shining
on a purple sky,
but our eyes want it differently.
On our way home
we feel the salty rain falling
from a blind cloud,
but our skin remains always dry.
On our way home
we hear the silent wind knocking
on the walls of our soul,
but we never stop to taste it.
Yes, on our way home
mankind is chasing His mercy
while cutting sticks of drowned reed,
by counting the silverware in our garden,
and with the impecable desire
to walk all paths.
Ya Allah, who handed out colors to the waves of creation;
We ask You to show us the key
to the lockless doors of Your forgiveness,
that we may walk Your paths
below adorned lights,
across rainbows,
that we may go home.