I’ve got this song stuck in
my head.
It’s got a good beat. I give it a 95.
When will I cease dancing to
its tune?
Get caught up instead in the
silence of my Lord?
Trade in these irksome
gyrations
for the wallflower peace
of obeisance and remembrance;
quit the cotillion
irrevocably
for my Lord’s chamber.
Have us there a marathon
here-and-now heart to heart,
me folded up securely at His
feet,
silent and rapt, enchanted
by His ancient song of love.
O child of God, do not absent
yourself
for a moment, advised Hafiz.
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