I pose a question but you do not answer
I resist the temptation to ask your mother
She must know, a mother knows her child best
You bought me home she knew I was a cut above the rest
So why this distance? Why this struggle?
Why must we peddle these dirty puddles?
Why must we strive if we know not the goal?
Why bear the burden on our weak soles?
Our souls can take this, this is not pain, this yearning to understand everything around us instantly for gain, for peace or for wealth or for happiness it’s all gained instantly, through answers and ease so wistfully, but we are here to strive in situations like the current, not a walk in the park or a dip in the ocean, it must be a climb, it must be a strive, we must realise that there is only One that can make us survive.
Through prayer and patience He can help in any turmoil
When one is silent like you are now
Or one is in pain beneath the soil
When you’re struggling for words to let me in
I have a solution to help you begin
I gift you the Book with you He will share
What He once told me
“Allah does not burden a soul beyond that which it can bear”