A Gentle Companion

A Gentle Companion

i.

These friends with slits of shifty eyes

Whispering sweet promises in forked tongues

Beguiling me with smiles so hypnotising

Who take my hand and lead me

From The Path into the enchanted woods yonder

And as I stop to look at faeries

Whose wings suspended in the Witch Tree

They push me down the deep hole

Full of objects so tantalising 

My eyes, my ears, my senses - all saturated

with these knicks and those knacks so spellbinding 

People laughing at the top of their lungs

Eyes so glazed give me a soulless glance

Pulling and pushing and shoving

As we’re sucked down the cesspool 

Then I feel Your Hands heavy on my shoulders

Turning me the other way

Towards the light so dim in the distance

Beckoning for me to go near.

ii.

Not all things that sparkle are gold

Not all gold in your hand is a gift

Not all gifts sent to your door are blessings

Not all blessings are mercies, some are tests 

Not all tests are punishments, some purify the soul

Not all souls are lost, some found the Truth

Not all truths are The Truth, far from the Divine

Ask and He will give, this He promised in The Furqan.

iii.

Hold my hand, my gentle companion

And let us tread lightly

Upon this Path of Life

Littered with bends so dubious 

Tripping me up while I am busy

Looking up at those stars of neon

Blinding me with incessant flashes.

I might get distracted along the way

My qalb stays still just for a short while

It is fickle thing - it is still learning

Be gentle with me, my frayed soul is fragile

Be patient if I prostrate too long, my tears just won’t dry

Be kind when I am harsh, I swear I am trying my best

Be compassionate if I fall, help me pass this test

Let me take my sweet time while I have His Audience

I prostrate and pray that my heart won’t sway

Keep me on The Path Ya Rabb till Your Judgement Day. 

By:

Zaie Hamzah

Mont Kiara

29th April 2019