Short New Poem of Mine — From Forthcoming Book


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Resting Place

There are no maps for the land
my mind's eye is fixed upon
Instead a trail of wrecked ships
mark this treacherous path

My guide, a mysterious star
whose light dims if, briefly,
I happen to turn away -
and which glows brighter
when my heart's aflame.

—-Yahia Lababidi
in A KALEIDOSCOPE OF STORIES
Muslim Voices in Contemporary Poetry

Coming soon from Lote Tree Press


What is this poem about? Purpose, faith, following our dream & the too high price that we pay when we swerve from our path or forget...

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Comments 4


Ships not only wreck when we swerve or forget, but faith can right any floundering or even ruined ship.
The light, the power, comes from within, from the heart.
Very nice
Thank you for the link to the publisher.
What is that final image in your posts?

17.10.2019 14:21
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Yes, I Believe... after years of doubting and noise-making, quietly learning to surrender. (At least, I hope I am.)
Thanks, for reading and sharing your thoughts. The last image is of a Sufi whirling dervish, a mystical branch of Islam founded by Rumi. I'm deeply drawn to them. If you're interested, here's something of an introduction:
https://idriesshahfoundation.org/isf-blog/interview-with-yahia-lababidi

17.10.2019 14:41
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Oh my goodness my knees could not withstand all that twirling! Cool shot and thanks for the info

17.10.2019 15:06
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Happy to share :)

17.10.2019 15:37
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