i want
to dance!
listen to Jill Scott’s
“Whatever, Whatever”,
savor
every
golden
moment–
we are
free!
i want to eat,
run,
taste the salt
of Galveston Bay…
i want to don
a brightly colored scarf,
turn heads
and smile.
i want to
hold the hands
of my grandchildren
smell their innocent
child’s breath
and be pleased.
i want to walk strong
and continue
to conquer
and enjoy.
i want to hear
the wings of angels
and know
that i
am meant
to fly…
Linda Tauhid
©6/24/17
she says
she thinks that
i
am from
the future–
an interesting notion.
as i muddle through
the angst of life
always before
or behind…
seeing,
but often veiled…
time is distorted
by human reasoning–
compacted within
its limits
into something
seemingly manageable
…but i do visit
vast worlds
and interact
with their beings.
yet the space
i occupy
on earth
is small.
i am not a purveyor
of time
or its expression
in tenses.
i travel between its borders
searching for Truth
and
my place
in
All
Existence.
Linda Tauhid
6/18/17
she came here
a couple of times.
once, when she was still young
and full of love.
and we locked arms and took giant steps
as a game.
i always took my girls
to coffee–
even when they were young
how best a grand mother
to teach refinement,
sociability.
i have long been gone
from around her
her ravaging years of puberty
her adoption of ideals of an alien tribe.
I don’t know her now;
hauntingly beautiful
she plays in pictures
and displays a knowledge
of saucy poses.
she is of me–
i will never let that go…
she is one of mine
tainted by crossed ideals
and the people who promote them.
but i remember holding her
newly born,
connected to me
in a blood-bound way, mine…
but free to choose
her life, her people,
her loves.
Linda Tauhid
©5/13/17
(For Naima)
we were sisters
in spirit
long before we knew…
joined by our quests
and the nuances
of life & time.
I thought of us traipsing
through that dark winter
seeking light;
watching Dream Girls
at the Grand Lake Theater.
but what about our dreams
must we wait in patience
or the sorrow of loss?
is it ok to cry,
to scream silently
to hope?
i wish for you
wreaths of flowers
while you live,
Love
in its empowering form,
and days of beauty
as ephemeral
as dreams.
with
the means,
to touch
and hold.
©Linda Tauhid
5/1/17
(For Jennifer and Don)
my knight
in shining armor
has come–
he is real
he has saved me
and made
my wait worthwhile.
i have cast
away
my mourning clothes
and bright
flowers
adorn my hair.
while some have scorned
i smiled through
the struggles
and bore my faith
as tilth
until the joy of love
entered, it’s saving grace
so clear.
my knight has come
he reigns my heart
and reflects
the power
of
The King
we serve;
the All-Knowing
whose name
is Love.
(Ya Wadud).
Linda Tauhid
©5/1/17
they taught me
to speak
the words of David
and thus
i am blessed.
i stood
before
congregations
scrubbed and brushed
and recanted
with brilliance
what a child
barely knew…
‘mercy has followed
me
all the days
of my life;’
in sickness
and in health
in loss
and
in wealth.
for i was taught to
speak the words of praise.
i have risen,
i have fallen
i have lain
in my own tears…
but i return to The Good
never displaced;
“Praise the Lord, my soul;
all my inmost, praise his holy name.”*
for i
ever reflect
the words
of David.
Linda Tauhid
©4/18/17
*Quotation from Psalm 103, a psalm of David (Al Sabur)
grey March
winter dying
no sign
of Spring.
rain falls
slowing
the busy-
ness
of a Saturday.
it is a time
of transition,
cloudy,
unknown outcomes,
change…
for my part
i am resigned
to minimize foolishness
and dependency;
leaving me alone
to face
the uncertain
new world
i am creating.
to suffer through
another metamorphosis
that might lead
to anything/everything.
grey March
unmarked doors
promise of Spring
silence,
waiting,
and hope.
Linda Tauhid
©3/10/17
