slip-sliding away…..

The full moon
in all its glory,
hangs next to the minaret,
cloaked by clouds
on this milestone eve.

Two weeks
have we  restrained ourselves in the day.
Two weeks
have we stood silently at night,
row upon row,
Divine words washing over these dedicated souls,
breathing new life into some,
or simply soothing the hearts
of those too weary to give it their all.

If  I could freeze time,
I would,
so that I could stay in this moment
beyond its natural lifespan.

Take the time
to reflect
on a month
which I feel I’m losing –
unable,
or is it unWILLING?,
to take more from,
so weighed down am I
by the constant shadow
of construction work,
just two years after the last time –
which I thought would be the end
for ages to come.

Yet I must acknowledge and appreciate
the good gained thus far –
no matter how small I consider it,
for the deeds most beloved
are those that are consistent,
even if they be few.

And so
on I go,
little by little,
fighting the fatigue –
both physical and mental –
trying to catch
droplets of Mercy,
hoping something more will open up,
and things will finally click into place.
That this month will finally bring forth
the majesty and beauty
which engulfed me
a year ago.

The long weekend awaits,
after which schedules will change,
and perhaps
this will be the catalyst
for deeper experiences…
logistical strains
(hopefully) alleviated,
and time returned to me
to soak
in the solitude
I so dearly love.

Two weeks
before this blessed visitor
departs once more.

May they be weeks
of bliss,
serenity,
and all that’s needed
to strengthen foundations
for the year to come.