Arafah

i long

for that elevated place;

my soul seeks

its redemptive power.

flashes of wrongs

light my memory

and i beg

for forgiveness,

Grace.                                                 

i have been unduly

in error

and i

remain ashamed.

i seek help, pardon;

i have no legs

to walk the blessed

circumference

of faith;

i have no tongue

to speak my words

of sorrow,

repentance;

i am piteously

lost

blinded by ego,

yet remorseful.

i have wronged humans

and life itself;

i have abused,

neglected,

scorned.

i am not fit

to abide.

yet i hunger for life,

continuence–

why?

that i                                            

may be                                     

pardoned      

and walk straight–

that i may 

err less

and forgive…

Linda Tauhid
8/25/17

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Noah

remember Noah;

it was wetter then–

raining nonstop.

but they

(the people)

had been warned–

as have we;

about honor

and wealth

and how to utilize these

in human causes

to equalize

and make fair,

without excessive pride.

…and then i saw a family

on TV

in a small boat

rescued

in this large city

where little usually floats–

loss of everything,

but not lost.

they bowed their heads

thanking The Protector

of all

for His Mercy

and their lives…

recent migrants

from another troubled city,

even larger;

in an ‘ark’ so small

that some

might over

look.

Linda Tauhid

Houston, Texas

8/28/17

Of Women

i am of women

strong

and

true.

mothers,

grandmothers,

aunts,

sisters,

cousins

and friends.

mentors of high quality;

wise women,

workers

and seers.

my path was cleared

by the brave

who threw off

disappointment 

and pushed through…

my teeth were cut

around kitchen tables

and sitting rooms

where one could look,

listen,

and learn.

my herstory 

is full of stories

that made hardship

look easy:

lost loves never spoken of,

migration,

children,

hard work

and purpose.

i am of women

whose beginnings

we’re meager

but whose spirit

is substantial.

women who saw beauty

in themselves,

who wore hats

suits,

pants

and floral dresses;

who shaped their eyebrows

and curled their hair.

women who learned

and taught

and rarely showed

their tears.

i am

of women

who lived and died

strong 

and true;

who produced daughters

and sons

to live 

with benevolent legacy

integrity,

dignity,

and pride.
Linda Tauhid

©8/16/17

Joel

will i never see you

again?

is it enough to just have

known?

will you never hear

my stories;

where i’ve traveled

what I’ve seen?

was what you taught me

back then

to be all…

Nina Simone,

“Four Women”

the beginnings of chess

and long walks.

you a teacher,

me a lover–

immersed in what you

knew,

what i wanted to learn,

the ‘feel’ of you.

when you

decided to try white women

(beginning with my friend)

and never went back…

is that a loss for me,

my ilk? (whoever they are)

have you escaped

to another land

where you will never

coach or remember 

another like me,

or

tell stories of Johnny Mathis,

or Curtis Mayfield

on a bow-legged

Boston walk;

or misconstrue

my attention,

my adoration,

for simple

curiosity

and

care?
Linda Tauhid

©7/6/17