We were honoured to have hosted a Poetry Competition following the An Introduction to Poetic Metres webinar that introduced the topic to the English speaking audience. We extend our gratitude to all those who had submitted an entry and congratulate our winning poet and finalists for their excellent submissions.
Winning Poem by J. CITYKEY:
My Lord, You wrote for us
My Lord, You wrote for us to fast from feasts,
And flood our lives with Your Exalted Speech;
You sent to save our souls through Your Belov’d
So we might work to be of those You love.
My Lord, You wrote for us to fast from speech
And feast our hungry souls in nightime pleas;
You coo us with Your ever gentle call
To soon become the feet with which You walk.
My Lord, You wrote for us to fast and heed
Within this month You sent Your Final Seal;
You squeezed him tight and sent him with Your Word
To wrap us with Your Mercy to the Worlds.
صل الله عليه و سلم
The following submissions were selected as the finalists of the competition:
Hunger and Thirst
Our bellies gape in keeping ‘way from food
The hunger pangs as clocks strike one then two…
But souls are full, content with only You;
And from the thirsts that yearn, our mouths are parched
Our throats are dry in arid deserts dark…
But moistened tongues have quenched our aching hearts.
The days of Eid have passed; our bellies filled,
Our glasses clink, and lovers sing until
No one is left to want nor unfulfilled.
With the month now passed, and our hunger gone,
Our tongues are dry and hungry souls now long
For what was brought to us by Ramadan.
— J. CITYKEY
At the latest time of night,
When the darkness meets the light,
Before the dawn is shining bright,
When it’s only a thread of white.
Do you listen? Do you hear?
More than silence, drawing near.
Can I feel a presence here?
This night comes just once a year.
There is wisdom. There is truth.
There is guidance and good news.
There is mercy shining through
A recital just for you.
It’s my voice but not my speech
Reading lessons meant to teach.
May my prayers not fail to reach
O Gracious Lord whom I beseech.
Accept my fast, forgive my sins
As this blessed day begins.
I humbly prostrate all my limbs
And submit my self to Him.
So when I get up off the floor,
Remember what this month was for:
To purify my heart before
My final meeting with my Lord.
— Amy Klooz
The heart is dark, in death, impure
It longs the time the chance to cure
It seeks The Light that came to shine
the world around, the heart does pine
It sees the Moon reflect His Light
he bore His words in all delight
It finds itself in drowning grace
His words of mercy pearled with lace
The case in thirst ignites the blaze
The molten shell gives way to rays
It starts to grow in light and life
Allah the One, rewards all strife
Before it dies and left and mourned
It prays to stay in light adorned