A place of pride

a poem by Mohamed Shuaib

Your grace indubitable
None can persist but you,
I glean that I glare,
When I amble in gloomy,
Gloaming hour, that glorious
Glory of Yours, the paradise
That I never’ve been to,
Praise I thousand times now
To your grace that’s kept unknown.

This abode I’ve to leave
When ye angels detract my soul,
Keep a place to dwell in Ye empyrean.

Ye people work denies,
Though being disloyal to ye grace
Assures them self of pride place.
I drop a tear, for those Godless,
And goners and I emote asking
You to bless them by Ye grace.
That glitter they run behind,
Glut their prey, and leaves nothing
To whom’ve surrounded skies gray.
But I live with what Godsend,
With that little I comfort my sense.
To Ye govern’ I’ll be a servant,
I’ll prod myself till my last,
Prosper in a Godly way, and
Not let go in vain, my perspire.

I’ll endure though you
Insatiate my desires,
Abide I’ll but never complain,
Adopt in my walks of life,
Sincerity, brotherhood, keeps away
Form sins, and harm none Ye laws.
Endeavor till I get to the mark,
But endue me Ye guidance,
Treat me with lenity, and
Give me also a place of pride.