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by Ali Alhareth
I sit
In front of your gate I sit
Many of your walls reach the clouds
While other tops are underground
But there is no where else I’d rather be
In front of your gate
The place of sacred permission
All for a chance, a chance to behold the source of your light
For its very warmth alone has captivated me
So I sit
Legs crossed, spine straight, palms open
Resting upon my knees
They are not stretched in tension
yet they
go
on…
Like fields of sunflowers awaiting your light
My eyes are closed, but please believe me when I say
I need not sight to perceive your brightness
My ears are open
One dedicated to your speech
And the other
To my own heartbeat
Cause, the heart better understands how silence speaks
And my soul
Has taken hold of my breath
My tongue
My lips
So love drips and it pours
Warm like summer rain
Oh guardian of the gate, you might have heard them say that
This one… Is a madman
And if madness, is love for the light we all have within then
I
Am a madman
And this madness
Is bliss
So if you wish
Place your sword upon my throat
Your spears on my heart
Arrows aimed at my head
I mind not
But please…please…
Allow me to sit here
Speaking of the madness that is
light
and love
And if you still wish for me to leave
I will leave
Spine straight
Palms open
Like fields of sunflowers
Awaiting your light
Ali Alhareth is a student at the American University of Sharjah in his junior year. He is majoring in Economics. He aspires to try his best with whatever he engages with in the future.