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JAMIL HUSSAIN Mar 20
My eyes seek Thee in restless despair,  
Through tempests wild, through hollow air.
O’ guiding flame in twilight deep,
Awake my soul, from sorrow’s sleep.

Show me Thy glimpse, if only a stare,
A spark of hope, a breath of prayer.
O’ Keeper of life, my heart’s lone plea,
Shine forth Thy grace, come set me free.

Thou art the faith I cherish and adore,
The silent hush, the thunder’s roar.
Dwell in my heart, take root in my soul,
Mend these fragments, make me whole.

Through shadowed vales and boundless night,
Thy whisper calls, a song of light.
No tear may fall, nor spirit break,
Where love endures and dawn doth wake.

Thy presence is all my soul doth crave,
To walk with Thee, steadfast and brave.
Come to my solitude—my heart to save,
Lift me from darkness, my soul to pave
A Soul’s Plea 20/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussaint
Bekah Halle Mar 19
Ablaze

Burn all my impurities;
May they sing:
“This girl is on fire!”
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
JAMIL HUSSAIN Mar 19
Within my soul, a flame celestial glows,  
A spark unyielding, born where longing flows.  
Desires, like fleeting shadows, rise and wane,  
Yet one remains—eternal, pure, unstained.  

O’ soul! To claim thine own, to stand sublime,  
Unbound by fate, untouched by dust or time.  
To merge as rivers seek the boundless sea,  
To find in love the truth that sets us free.  

This is the call that stirs my restless breast,  
A thirst unslaked, a fire yet unblessed.  
O’ Lord of Light, unchain this heart of mine,  
That I in union’s rapture may divine!
A Fire Unquenched 19/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussaint
Bekah Halle Mar 18
Return to connection

Turn again to your mother’s *****
And risk vulnerability;
Courageous kindness in a world of disconnection.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
Bekah Halle Mar 17
Wild & Desperate

Most of life is spent curled;
Caught in the wild and desperate places,
Straddling between two worlds;
Satisfied and striving, for more space,
The here-and-now and the not-yet-inspired.
Being enough and constantly unlaced.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
My love will reach every atom of your being—
touching the physical with my lips,
the unseen with my heart.

And beyond the atoms,
my love will reach the mysterious force
that binds them,
the force that shaped you
into the soul I treasure.

With my soul,
I will connect to yours,
beyond the visible,
beyond the known.
Bekah Halle Mar 16
I pick up
My tambourine again
Drumming, I usurp
The inky black depression while reminiscing.
Let praise erupt and interrupt
The drone of zombie life.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
Sitting on the beach,
a gray day,
her in my lap.

An anonymous beach,
in Tuscany.

My mind speaks,
it won’t stop.

My mind
wants to write.

There are poets
who never fell in love.

There are people in prison
who committed no crimes.

White gloves
hiding atrocities.

Strong people
with broken hearts.

There is love
within heartbreak.

Religious men
who don’t believe in God.

Judges of life
with their own transgressions.

Thinkers who do not think,
and lovers who do not love.

There are free minds
trapped behind walls.

There are vagabonds
more cultured
than your professor.

There are salty rivers,
and love that never meets.

There are those with millions
in the bank,
yet empty hearts.

Today,
I am grateful
to have found you.
Many times,
life denied me
what I longed for,
what I expected,
what I believed was mine.

Sadness,
uncertainty,
wrapped around me.
Why others?
Why not me?

Again and again,
I thought I understood:
It wasn’t mine,
I didn’t deserve it.

But today,
under the sun,
I ask myself:
Why not?

I am a worthy being.
I know how to love,
I strive every day.
I respect,
I believe,
I share,
I give.

And those who know how to give
also know how to receive.

I deserve everything in my life.
I deserve freedom.
I deserve health.
I deserve peace.
I deserve prosperity.
I deserve love.
I deserve happiness.

What are you depriving yourself of?
In sorrow's depth, the spirit soars above,  
Not in the flesh's decay, but in the heart's love.  

In silence between breaths, the secrets lie,  
The universe hums, as fleeting moments fly.  

The ancient current through your veins does course,  
A song of the eternal, a hidden force.  

Though borrowed, your heart beats with divine might,  
A melody with stars, in the eternal night.  

Cast off the shadows that the world may cast,  
In the depth of your being, only truth you’ll grasp.  

You are the seeker and the sought in one,  
The flame and the wind, beneath the same sun.
The Spirit's Flame  02/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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