Love Prayer

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maybe

one day, Lord*

i will love You

more…

like Your rain

kisses

the flowers

with blessings

and Your sky

that

points towards

Your heavens

shouts Your

Names…

may

be

i

will love You

deep

like the depths

of hidden

underwater

caves

and longingly

like a baby’s

pure new heart;

maybe

one

day

Lord,

Your Awe

will be seen

upon my face

and joy

will whirl

in

me

like

chirping birds…

maybe

one day

Lord,

with Your Help

i will be

totally Yours,

no distractions;

not wrapped up

in the world

seeking its

ephemeral pleasures

and rewards.

maybe one

day,

Lord

i will

soar

with Your angels,

light up

the with the suns

and moons

of Your

Divine Love.

until then

i will pray

and

call your

Beautiful Names;

and remember

that

i

am nothing

within

or

without

Your

Presence.

*Lord i.e. Allah سبحانه وتعالى

Linda Tauhid

©1/25/16

(For my cousin Shelly)

Epitaph

say:

she crawled

she walked

she stood;

say:

she wrote history/

herstory,

she lived it

and recounted it

in triumph

as well

as anger.

she wrote,

she rode,

she flew;

she touched down

on continents;

wandered streets

and alleyways…

she crossed

bridges,

oceans

and seas;

she soaked

her feet

in them;

she reveled

in beauty:

clothes,

people,

landscapes

and words;

she cooked

she ate,

she fed

she made love

and music

and poetry;

she taught

she read;

she told and retold

stories…

say:

she yielded

she resisted,

she blundered

she succeeded

she took

she gave;

she came

she left

her memory

stayed;

she wore

fedoras

and African wraps

hijab

and backward

baseball caps;

say:

she relished sunsets

at Maghrib*

and quiet

predawn

musings;

she knew

there was none

but One.

she laughed

she cried

she lived

she died.
Linda Tauhid
©1/20/16
*sunset prayer

‘SITTING AT THE LUNCH COUNTER’– 2010 TRIBUTE TO DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

Thoughts on MLK and the ongoing “struggle” from 2010…

Linda Tauhid

I have been pondering the euphemism ‘Sitting at The Lunch Counter’.  I term the statement a euphemism, because allegorically, the term represents the struggle of African Americans in its early days that included discourse and demonstrations centered around the exclusion of Black[1]Americans at public locations including restaurants (lunch counters), hotels as well as preferential (reasonable) seating on public transportation to name a few areas as well as the wider civil rights violations that these practices represented. As a young student of the Civil Rights movement, I was able to read about and to observe the struggle of my Southern sisters and brothers as they braved the long marches, racial epithets, dogs, fire hoses and mortal danger of being activists in the era of change.  As a Bostonian, my own activism was less intense than much of the Southern based activism, but make no mistake, Boston was also a…

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Good Morning…

i

have done

the very least;

acknowledged

consciousness,

opened my eyes,

recited

the morning

prayer…

but where

is

everyone?

am i

to live

only

with memories

and dreams…

must i

tap the well

of my strength

and reserves

before

coffee,

before

reason?

must i decide

the content

of the day,

the stance i will take

the love i will make

or not…

or is there

some other choice

here

that I

am missing

wrapped

in serendipity

toasted in

surprise?

all this

before

i

even

rise…
Linda Tauhid

©1/9/16

Comings and Goings

i

just

come

and

go,

and then

sometimes

i stay…

from place,

to place

and what

they offer;

often seeing

sometimes

being seen.

walking

among

earth’s

people

and then

those others

whose identity

is unknown.

seeking lessons

and teaching

through opportunity;

managing

elements

of

Sustenance

and survival

giving thanks

and firmly breathing

while

i

live.

it seems

this time

is not so much

for news

but more

for remembrance

and review

and often

Truth

and

the reconciliation

that

it brings.

i

just

come

and go,

and then

sometimes

i

stay…

Linda Tauhid

©1/3/16

Are You Still You?

are you

still around?

do you still laugh

loud

and hearty

do you have children,

grandchildren

are you gray?

do you relish life

every moment

like me;

are you still

in that cold place

of steel

far

from Boston?

it’s been long

since

we left

our youth,

it’s fresh smell

it’s taste,

it’s dreams–

how many of yours

are realized…

are you able

to smile

with aching bones

and the delivering trust

of time.

have you

gotten

this far?

do you still reach,

stand,

soar,

love,

demand?

are you

still

you;

are

you

still

you?
Linda Tauhid

©1/1/16