Alone, I wept, that all the prophets spoke
in distant times and lands.

Alone, I wept, that I might never hear
myself the holy word of God.

Alone, through tears, I saw a maple
bending with its shade,

and from above, I heard the sun
speak gently in my heart:

     I give all life,
     all warmth.
     How often you forget Me.

and the same voice
from the earth below:

     I support you
     in ways beyond
     your comprehending.

And from the tree, the same one
bending to my tears:

     Come rest
     under My sheltering branches.

Mustafa says:

     Beyond all time and space
     the Beloved's always near.
     Forget about powers, knowledge, or work:
     Call him with your tears.




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