The Touch Of His Hand

He’s so immensely powerful, gentle and loving,

That when He strokes your hair,

Many rivers rise in the eyes,

Rivers of deep reverence, resonance…

In the sweet waters of these rivers,

Mixes the salt water of the realization of one’s own smallness, unworthiness,

A pebble among millions,

And each pebble to Him is dear,

Made worthy of His grace, given worth more than its share,

Behind the maddening, delirious happiness, is the soft touch of His hand,

For a pebble to know its maker, I believe, was always His plan.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof