The Sound of Peace

The Sound of Peace

As I sit here in the dimness,
A torrent of rain and its harshness,
With a wave of wind scream in my ears,
Pounding their force in my tears,
An aching rumble burns my head,
In the cold of my roomful of dread,
The dusty cobwebs all caving in,
And yielding to the beams that come down collapsing,
Surrendering to the seams undone in their seething,
The raiment of the room becomes restless regardless
Of my cries for help and pleas for a harness
To hold back the evil entering uninvited,
Creeping in the shadows and searing disunited,
Worn down by unwavering wreckage,
And tumbling down in my relinquish,
There seems no door but of despair,
And no sound but of wear and tear,
Each second pierced by eerie invasion,
Of elements unknown by any delusion.

Yet weeping in the darkness of doom and degrading,
The stinging silence is broken by a voice clear and ringing,
So soft and soothing in a realm of anguish annihilating,
As though a swirling light surmounted the bedlam and bewailing,
And shone through the thickness and every hole or hollow,
A sonance so great to drown every sorrow,
An uplifting source of peace to vanquish all pain,
And encourage subjugation of battling any vain,
A cure for sickness from evil incantations,
And falseness in thought and unproductive plantations,
I now see the rips repairing in relief;
The calm melody encompassing all grief,
My teardrops transfixed in yearning to hear
Every true word emanating entering my ear,
Its radiance so warm and strong to uphold
The caving in from above and fight against cold,
Amidst my drowning, a rope of speech pulled me out,
And shook me to my senses to clarify all doubt,
As though my calls were answered from the One above,
Who sent down His book to guide whom He loves
To a righteous path representing success,
Read the Qur’an for it’s a book so blessed,
Its recital unmatched and divine messages unchanged
To be comprehended in every field of range.