A Night of Ramadan
The veil of night retrieves the sun into its womb
And hurls a throng of stars upon its darkening brow;
For aeons there was no eye to marvel at this mute array
Defeating sense and measure with order beyond time.
And now our weary gaze above the daily round
Offers us respite, entrances us with splendor while
Reposing in the face of God, remembering him,
We yearn to sense the bounds of the divine.
What doubt is there, what fear that humility won’t quell,
What other thought to which our pride is better ceded?
Restraint redeems us when we’re seared by the unknowable
And when celestial signs misleading lead us on.
What of those who seek their own supernal meaning –
Lost to the world, swept off in a blink of eternity?
For them no less the voice is pure that prays with words sublime
Of blessings for us all, with goodwill of the blest.
