Post Ramadan

Mourning the passing the month of mercy,
Sad, my sun has set
taking with it that divine light
that illumined each heart
Made us good
Despite ourselves.

The light exists yet you know
It is there, somewhere
deep inside, speaks God’s voice
Gentle guidance to persevere
Ah, be quiet
and you will hear.

Food and drink deafen the senses
Weapon of lurking devil
Control, control, as you feast
taste the bounty of a benevolent Lord
But don’t forget
the messenger who only ate a morsel to keep his back straight