Your Face

Something strike me as I ran through some pictures of some acquaintances,
They and their faces are associated with many things in my mind...

"That long hair he keeps until the day he pays off all his debt"
"That beautiful face she has, feeling like no man would ever be good enough"
"His often mis-concepted demeanor, which shells his gentle heart"

Whoever, and whatever they are, they remain but faces,
Each with a story to tell,
Each with some hard stories and then some easy stories...
All of which cancels out to a perfect --- equal!

And then...I found Him!
Again, I found Him!

Amidst all these different face structure,
Each telling their stories, "I...I...I...",
They combined into a white,
Of which, His face alone Stands!
The thought of which, overwhelmed my small heart with humility,
Ashamed at my being,
My small insignificant being!

And this Face,
The Majestic Face,
Is full of Kindness,
Is full of giving and never asking for any in return,
Never was It associated with resounding "I",
A Giver, A Just Giver,
The face of A King...The Most Merciful King, The Majestic King.

A King that question my face that shall perish with all my stories, with all my complaints,
"Therefore, which of My Blessings...do you deny?"

I am dazed for an answer, for I haven't one!

Ya Wadud,
Ya Zhal 'Arshil Majid,
Ya Mubdi'u Ya Mu'id,
Verily, I bear witness that there is a perfect void and nothingness, except You!
And that, it is only Your Majestic Face that remains...
While all other things, perish!