Found this poem (here)..a timely reminder to me....
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YOU show more concern for me than any doctor, I must say
Cos You want to see me so many times in just one day
Afterall – it’s You who looks after the health of the soul
Something that the most learned specialist in the world can only ever dream to control
I spiff up in my best for every job interview
So why procrastinate to purify myself for my meeting with You
Afterall – they are interviews into Jannah, true?
What about meeting the queen or a celebrity singing tween?
Definitley count me in!
I can go to a pro to sort out the stuff I don’t like about me :
* Personal Trainer
* Beautician
* Dietician
* Debt Councillor
* Even a Shrink
…At a nominal fee
Every cent worth it … really?
But
Why is it so difficult for me to pour out all my
~ sorrows,
~ pains,
~ dreams
and
~ hopes to You
Afterall – it is for free?
And
Should I happen to miss
* a train,
* plane,
* party,
* an appointment,
* movie date
How would I feel?
Definitely more than a smidge irate,
Miss a fixed appointment with You?
With a set time, date, place?
What a disgrace!
Forgive me for standing You up so many times!
Surely this must be the worst of crimes
Considering it’s me that needs You
even though sometimes I am so short sighted this I can’t even see
By now even my own blood would have given up on me
But
You just keep bestowing blessings on me!
Ya Ghafuru,
Please hold on to me!
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