Look at the weight of the light on the clouds and then read this - a poem by Rabia, born in Iraq, between 90 and 95.
I could not move against this wind if
I did not pray.
And all that is said of me that is untrue
would make lame my gait if I could not free myself from
the weight of others malice.
I could not move against all this light if I did not pray.
So how things become,
what a change
can happen when we find a way.
to keep Him close.
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