Ascending Palestine

Peace 

Upon you. All blessings and all peace.

Prophet of Mercy.

How you travelled through the sky faster than the speed of thought,

How the ladder of the sky unravelled just for you to climb,

How in your mantle you could hide all of space and all of time,

Horizon, horizon how you could cross to the company of your Lord

I do not know. I do not know.

By the Star when it falls

I do not know. I do not know. 

But Lord, I do know

That when the distance between 

You and Majesty

You and Divinity 

You and Mercy 

You and Nur

Was two bows lengths or less

Nur and Nur

Majesty, majesty

Divinity, divinity 

Mercy, mercy.

When you stood in the company of your Lord

In the realm where Gabriel burns 

You still wore your sandals.

The sand beneath your sandals shines

And watches all the earths and all the skies

Creation, uncreation. Past and Present. 

The sand that you had brought

On you journey from, the sacred mosque to the farthest mosque 

Beneath your sandals shines 

The sand of Palestine. 

The sandals from which the bodies of infant martyrs will be formed 

Martyrs whose Atoms have already seen

The heavens and the earth

Already kissed

Your sandals and your feet

Peace,

Upon your sandals and your feet

And the holy sand beneath.

Peace,

Upon you. All blessings and all peace. 

Prophet of Mercy.