Poetry

She told Him 

She told The Maker of Hearts about you.
She missed you.
She needed you.

But she asked Him for strength,
To let go if you’re not written for her,
To remove the attachment in her heart for what’s not meant for her,
To Put you in His Hands; His Love and His Mercy.

For only The Maker can love you more than she ever could. 

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Poetry

A Believer’s Worry

Could it be a worry that I only write in the peak of my sorrows?
Could it be a worry that I only write in the soars of my enlightenment?
For you are the comfort I heaved in my writings, delicately though flawed.
Could it be a worry?

Stop worrying, dear believer.
You are in good hands of The All Writer, of Your Creator.

Indeed you plan and Your Lord plan but His plans are better.

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