Hamza Yusuf – Springs Gift A Poem

I envy the sand that met his feet.

I'm jealous of honey he tasted sweet, of

birds that hovered above his head, of spiders

who spun their sacred web.

To save him from his enemies, I envy

clouds formed from the seas that gave him

cover from the heat of a sun whose

light could not compete with his, whose face

did shine so bright that all was clear

in blinding night.

I envy sightless trees that gazed upon his

form completely dazed, not knowing if the sun

had risen, but felt themselves in unison with

those who prayed and fasted too, simply because

he told them to.

With truth and kindness charity from God who

gave such clarity, his mercy comes in one

person, he sent to mold our hearts more

heaven bent.

I envy all there at his side who

watched the turning of the tide as truth

prevailed and falsehood fled and hope restored life

to the dead.

Women and men through him found grace to

seek together God's noble face.

I envy the cup that gave him drink,

his thoughts that helped us all to think,

to be one thought that passed his mind,

inspiring him to act so kind.

For me this world is not one jot

if I could simply be a thought from

him to God throughout the ages as revelation

came in stages.

I pity all who think it odd to

hear him say there is one God or

he was sent by God to men to

whom their spirits acumen.

It's pride that blinds us from the sight

that helps good men to see his light.

He taught us all to be God's slaves

and he will be the one who saves

humanity from sinful pride.

Muhammad has God on his side.

So on this day be blessed and sing

for he was born to grace our spring

with lilies, flowers, life's rebirth in a dome

of green like his on earth.