T he pleasure of musing in solitude, feeling a divine connection, and the mirth that enters your heart and pleaches to your soul is matchless. The break of dawn as your eyes welcome the arrival of sun tickling your eyelids becomes another opportunity for you to resuscitate your collapsing hope, and start again. This poem is an outlet for t he sanctitude of that moment. The Bliss of a Prayer unfathomable ties from the heavens coil my soul as I gaze at the gilding sun flying higher after Fajr the traces of memory in tactile feelings rejuvenate as my mind undergoes a peculiar ataraxy my heart soars in the air of catharsis as I remember Allah is closer to me than my jugular vein I feel accompanied when not a soul is around me as I saunter in the downpour at midnight my eyes discern my essence in the blinding mist as I evanesce into that embracing abyss on the prayer mat, I feel I’m beyond everything as my mind delves into the ecstasy of the Unearthly my thoughts swallow themselves int...
Women's Spiritual Poetry