Today my inspiration comes
not from the Prophet—peace be upon him—
nor from the flashes of revelation
that often descend upon me
when I am caught up in Allah’s embrace.
Today my inspiration comes
not from my daily prostrations toward Mecca
nor—as it so often does—in sharing with the poor
or contemplating the insights of the dervish poets.
No. Today, I have been inspired
by the fierce regularity of creation
by the steady beat of my blood
by the waxing of the moon
by the dependability of the sun
by the tenacity of springtime.
Here, a mosquito has landed on Najat’s arm.
I know it will bite me, and such knowledge
fills my heart and makes me glad.
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