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MY POEMS ATTEMPT

 All

 of what

 I would want my child to know

 my poems attempt.

We are infants before each other, are we not,

so vulnerable to each other’s words and

movements.

A school I sat in cured me of hurting others.

I have come to see that all are seated at His table, and I

have become His

servant.

Sometimes God is too shy to speak in public

and He pinches me.

That

is my cue –

to fill in the blanks of your

understanding

the best I

can.

Rabia of Basra (c. 717 – 801)