December Night

it

is like

a summer night

in December;

hearts

of

joy

holiday lights

Love

and its remembrance…

i

am far

from

the shores

of Africa

yet

I shine

with

it’s glory;

i am far

away

from loving

arms

but closer

to

what

Love

means.

dancing quietly

in

my dreams

blessed,

happy

favored

and

thankfully,

whole.
Linda Tauhid

©12/25/15

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Celebration

there

is

no other

physical being

in

this space.

but i

am surrounded

by joy

and light

warm greetings

and

loving thoughts…

i dance

with the spirits

as i

have always

done.

the ancestors

clap

as my

contemporary choir

sings…

it is Christ’s Mass

it is

Mawlid–

my Prophet عليه السلام

was this month

born.

i

am redeemed

newly enlightened

singing

amidst the

daily sorrows

I am dealt…

looking forward

looking back

with

great clarity

and

with

Great

Grace!

Linda Tauhid
©12/25/15

Reappearance

the lost poems
are hidden
somewhere
on parched,
soaked,
incinerated
papers
lounging
in landfills
unheard,
forgotten
in cyberspace;
and faulty motherboards
unsaved, unshared;
but they all contain
a measure
of my
heart
and certainly
the moisture
of warm, salty tears.
and then you
reappear–
checking in–
testing the waters
that have dried
and solidified
in a form
not known
by ice
nor
by
fire.

Linda Tauhid
©12/5/15