A Song For My Beloved


In the Name of God, the Subtle, the Loving

In honor of my beloved’s anniversary of his birth, I wrote this poem for him.

They laughed and jeered because you I followed
They joked and sneered and many times I wallowed
In the loneliness that comes with walking your way
And staying forever true to the things you say

And I needed your shoulder, for me to cry on
The softness of your lap, for me to lie on
If I could have reached out and held your hand
It would’ve been easier for me to stand

Every day, they call you ruthless
Blood-thirsty and mean, a man who’s godless
It pains my heart to see you so called
And the things they say make me so appalled

And I could use your shoulder, for me to cry on
The softness of your lap, for me to lie on
If I could reach out and hold your hand
It would make it easier for me to stand

They look at her and scream in a state
Of anger and scorn, guile and hate
No crime did she commit, no laws did she break
Except put a scarf on her head for modesty’s sake

And she could use your shoulder, for her to cry on
The softness of your lap, for her to lie on
If she could reach out and hold your hand
It would make it easier for her to stand

But, alas, your shoulder we can’t have
Your soft, sweet hand is long gone
You were taken away, my precious man
To the King, So Glorious all along

And even though I yearn so much for you now
I know that with Him, I will make it somehow

I know that there will be more hills to climb
And I could use your presence, so sublime
But since you left me with a hand Divine
I will not go wrong; I will be just fine

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