❝ Do you see Him in the sweeping of the branches, leaves caressed by winds unseen?
In the leaping and rushing melody of water, tumbling along its preordained course?
In the quiet glow of the moon, gently illuminating the fearsome night?
In the scattering of the stars in skies dark, guiding the seekers and the lost?
In the vastness of the untameable seas and oceans, and the dark worlds hidden in her depths?
In the loftiness of mountains soaring high and in the shadows of valleys hollowed?
Verily is remembrance of Him the Creed of all Creation, conveyed by Messengers and Prophets beloved.
Do you see Him in the sweeping of the branches, leaves caressed by winds unseen? ❞
sumayyah writes poetry...
...because sometimes she Feels Things™ and then has to scribble those Feelings down so she can get them out of her head and move on with her day.