"Beating"

''..~*♥*~.."

Beating, beating. . .

Listen to the subtle silence

Drawing you in with buried thoughts from buried dreams

Suddenly the thunderous roar erupts from witthin,

Beating, beating. . .

Unheard, filling the room,

It's there seeming eternal- never ceasing

Like clockwork, ticking, until time runs out

For everything living must see Death

Even the beating. . . beating will die. . .

. . . rushed back into reality too soon-

the beating labours on effortlessly

A perfect creation of Allah Ta'aala- Never misses a beat

Beating. . . beating,

Nourishing my every nerve like water

Streaming through my fingers

Dependent on a fist of life,

Spreading red, needed warmth like fire,

Yet life fleets past, without one giving-

A grateful glance at the Giver of life- and the beating

of a silent Heart.

''..~*♥*~.."

By-♦ Quraish Daya Ayob